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[See. This is why Tom doesn’t like gossip. He had been minding his own business earlier when Claire came by with the latest round of ‘have you heard’. The girl had gone and broken the fourth wall and heard the fgts talking about him. Of course, being the good natured, helpful, spying, Redfield, that she is--she had come to tell him right away.
He guesses talking about something other than him being crazy is way out of the question. Especially when Sirea has that fucking homework.
Feeling forlorn and dismayed, Tom grumps away only to find that someone is already in his window.
Great.
There was only one thing left to console his butt hurt feelings.
He has to nest.
Slinking down the hall, Tom is mindful to stay out of anyone’s way, gathering supplies from various rooms as he goes. He eventually finds an empty space to suit his needs and puts his carefully selected materials down on the double bed. Shimming out of his clothes, he spreads the blankets ( in varying degrees of soft, of course) out over the mattress and begins.]
He guesses talking about something other than him being crazy is way out of the question. Especially when Sirea has that fucking homework.
Feeling forlorn and dismayed, Tom grumps away only to find that someone is already in his window.
Great.
There was only one thing left to console his butt hurt feelings.
He has to nest.
Slinking down the hall, Tom is mindful to stay out of anyone’s way, gathering supplies from various rooms as he goes. He eventually finds an empty space to suit his needs and puts his carefully selected materials down on the double bed. Shimming out of his clothes, he spreads the blankets ( in varying degrees of soft, of course) out over the mattress and begins.]