#thread: noah

Sprig sits with Noah, smiling. “This burger is the best I’ve ever had. Why didn’t you tell me about this place sooner?”

"Don't be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute." Noah reassured them with a small smile, a rare expression for the blue-eyed man. He took their hand and guided them down a flight of concrete stairs through the alley behind the bar which led to a door that he knew had only been accessed by few. Few selected by him.

“I haven’t even been here this long and I’m pretty sure I’ve been caught up in more then five storms. Is that normal? Is this casual weather for Canada or is this more of a superpower thing?”

“I think you’re five tequila shots behind me, you should be drunker- or I should be drunker.” James commented, scrunching up his face. “Both of us need to be drunker then what we are so if we make bad decisions neither of us can judge the other.”

Sprig sits with Noah. "I'm sorry you had to find me dead, again. I feel like that's beginning to be a habit. I'm going to do everything I can to break that habit though."

Sprig saw Noah and grabbed him. He'd been wielding his slingshot, planning to use it as a distraction. Hit the person then use their martial arts skills. It was all he could think about. "Noah! Are you okay?"

Sprig knocks on Noah's door, unable to contain his excitement. As soon as he opens the door he waves. "Noah! Look!" He pulls out the new slingshot he got. "I got a new slingshot, and I've had it custom made. I just need to name it. I need your help!"

As soon as Sprig wakes up he’s a bit confused about his surroundings for a moment. Then thoughts of his real life flood his mind, and he lets out a gasp. He knows what happened to him, but he doesn’t want to think about it, not right yet. He’s too excited about the fact that he clearly remembers who he is. He jumps up, knowing the one person he wants to tell the most. He gets to Noah’s place and knocks on the door excitedly. “Noah let me in!”