[ it would be a lie to say thomas wasn't interested. it's in his nature, to pry, to be too curious for anyone's good, least of all his own. no one had answered his questions in the glade, and there'd been so many other things to consider aboard the tranquility that thomas hadn't asked. now it feels like a different kind of trespass, but that doesn't stop the burn of curiosity. he has the urge to apologize for it, among other things, but instead he ducks his head, returns minho's smile. the familiarity of things like titles from the glade are reassuring, even now. ]
Once you get the hang of this we can try to manifest something. [ not a griever. ] Something useful, hopefully.
[ thomas takes a deep breath, projects his next statement directly into minho's head. come on, call me a klunkhead or something. that has to come easy to you. ]
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Once you get the hang of this we can try to manifest something. [ not a griever. ] Something useful, hopefully.
[ thomas takes a deep breath, projects his next statement directly into minho's head. come on, call me a klunkhead or something. that has to come easy to you. ]