[ thomas is quiet for a moment as he imagines someone else experiencing the same life that he has. it's terrible, something he wouldn't wish on any of the strange people of the drabwurld, but it's also oddly freeing, like they could commiserate, almost. getting thomas to talk about his life with the cranks and WICKED and everything involved has been an effort so far, but it's been kind of nice to actually talk to someone about it who wouldn't start...screaming or trying to rip his arm off.
(or never wanting to speak with him again, but that was a different story.)
his voice is soft when he responds, nodding into the video. ] You were at the feast, so--we're in the same court, right? I'd like that.
video;
(or never wanting to speak with him again, but that was a different story.)
his voice is soft when he responds, nodding into the video. ] You were at the feast, so--we're in the same court, right? I'd like that.