second trial. | voice (unlocked)

[greenies]

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

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action.

[arms]

Would you - [ His protest is promptly cut off as Thomas gets into rubbing and scratching, and Minho just lays there for a minute. The sensation makes him go limp all over again, and he just sprawls there for a minute until Thomas teases him. For as much as he'd love to just let him keep grinning like that - do you know how rare those are? - his dignity can only take so much. He wraps all four legs around Tommy's hands, biting at his fingers without the goal of actually hurting him. ] We'll get you a shucking pet, then.

action.

[greenies]

[ thomas laughs when minho bites his fingers, even if it stings just a little--he can't help but be amused down at his poor, beleaguered best friend. he grabs onto his muzzle when minho bites at it, holding his mouth shut with his fingers, all playful, and shakes his head again. ]

You know this is payback, right?

Re: action.

[arms]

[ Making a disgruntled noise as his jaws are held shut, Minho narrows his eyes and swivels his ears back as he stares up at him. At least this is a marked improvement compared to how Thomas was acting earlier, especially when talking to some of the people over the lockets. He's not too thrilled with some of them, especially the dark-haired, severe looking girl. He kicks his hind feet against his wrist, sighing out an exasperated noise now. Yes, he knows. Now let go of his mouth. ]