[ for a moment, he stares at thomas, searching his for clues to his actual age or the magic. belatedly, with his hands tucked in the pockets of his black trackies, he smiles and steps through the doorway. ]
Hey. [ clearing his throat. ] Nice suit.
[ then, he hovers, waiting for thomas to lead the way wherever he's welcome. ]
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Hey. [ clearing his throat. ] Nice suit.
[ then, he hovers, waiting for thomas to lead the way wherever he's welcome. ]