#hdicthomas

@hdicthomas the smell of fries in the restaurant convinces her stomach to grumble, a late night dairy’s treat that she could finally afford now that she had a job at the cinema. a quick wave to the workers as she furthers herself into the diner, her eyes scan the room before landing on someone who looks familiar. “thomas!”  if he didn’t want her to sit down with him, it was likely too late to let that known as she already walked over and scooted next to him.  immediately her attention lands on his bruised hand.  “did you get caught stealing by a nun or some shit?”  it was a poke at the first time they met. a snorted laugh, her fingers grabbing the injured hand as she speaks. “oh my goodness, dude, were you - were you,”  her voice moves into a low whisper, “touching yourself? is this what carpal tunnel on your hand looks like?”

@hdicthomas thomas was eccentric to say the least; if not for being partnered with him, dre had doubts the two would ever actually have a conversation. not in a rude way but, from what he’s heard, there’s no possible way the two had anything in common.   but again, he could be rushing to judgement.  “okay,” he begins, clapping hands together as he sits in front of long logs and blue tubes. “so, i saw you building that hammock awhile ago. you can use that talent for the raft, right?”