[ Ugh how dare you make him actually get up from his bed and open the door. Said gravity theorist has some intense cowlicks going on that clearly say he laid down with wet hair and had been too lazy to do any preventative measures like actually brush his hair. ]
[ it's not exactly late in the day yet, but thomas only half-expects newt to be out somewhere, either working or being social or snooping around for answers to questions they may have not even thought of yet. for as close as they are, it's not as if they exchange hour-by-hour schedules for the day. maybe general plans, so they know where to look for each other should something happen, but otherwise, they both still have their freedom.
( what a funny word, freedom. will they ever truly know the meaning of it? )
thomas looks up from the colorful wrapper in his hands at the soft sound of the door opening, his expression shifting from quietly neutral to faintly amused as he catches a glance of newt's hair. it's not messy, per se, but it does look a bit like it usually does when he's first woken up.
the foily wrapper crinkles quietly as thomas drops his hands by his sides, his brows lifting slightly. ]
[ Newt's attention is, of course, drawn to the noise of the foil, but it doesn't stay there, because Thomas begins speaking. Newt lets out a huff of a laugh and brings a hand up to squeeze at Thomas's shoulder. They don't really have anything to gossip about as far as Newt knows, but that might have changed, he's not sure. Either way, he never scorns a visit from Thomas. Not that they're ever really too far from each other. ]
Ya didn't do anything wrong. [ There's no need to apologise. ] I started feelin' tired at work so I came home for a nap. I've been awake for a while though. [ His hand falls from Thomas's shoulder to run his hand through his own hair. ]
What's up?
[ It's never as simple as just coming home from work and going to bed usually. Most days he has to deal with food, so he ends up covered in food or guts, which is gross. And he's passed out in his own bed and Tommy's bed once or twice smelling like work, he usually tries to wash off and change before that. ]
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Heya, Tommy.
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( what a funny word, freedom. will they ever truly know the meaning of it? )
thomas looks up from the colorful wrapper in his hands at the soft sound of the door opening, his expression shifting from quietly neutral to faintly amused as he catches a glance of newt's hair. it's not messy, per se, but it does look a bit like it usually does when he's first woken up.
the foily wrapper crinkles quietly as thomas drops his hands by his sides, his brows lifting slightly. ]
Hey. Sorry— were you sleeping?
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Ya didn't do anything wrong. [ There's no need to apologise. ] I started feelin' tired at work so I came home for a nap. I've been awake for a while though. [ His hand falls from Thomas's shoulder to run his hand through his own hair. ]
What's up?
[ It's never as simple as just coming home from work and going to bed usually. Most days he has to deal with food, so he ends up covered in food or guts, which is gross. And he's passed out in his own bed and Tommy's bed once or twice smelling like work, he usually tries to wash off and change before that. ]