Comment log for Thomas

[light_lost]

The sound of rustling fabric followed by a soft sigh.
That should be about right.

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Her dress was straight and perfect; all jewelry properly in place and wrap snug around her shoulders. She had pulled her hair up into a vaguely exotic manner that framed her face in red-gold curls

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[seduced_jehova]

Even though he had taken great care to avoid killing, maiming, or otherwise annihilating the person who had made finding his Tuxedo such a chore, Thomas knew that he'd be late the moment that he took his first step out of the door of his apartment. It was almost an instinctual feeling.

Maybe Waverly would understand?

...Yeah, right. As he reached the door to Waverly's apartment, he stopped for a moment to gather himself, and then, cautiously, knocked on the door.

"Wave, you there?"

[light_lost]

He was late, but that was alright. She'd been busying herself back and forth between making sure Ted was alright and didn't need anything, getting dressed and trying to stop worrying over something she couldn't avoid, change or help.

It wasn't working very well.

To add to Doris' problems there was D; ravaging and laying waste to everyone in sight. She knew Integral and the others would take care of them, but it didn't make her worry any less.

Fiddling with her hair one last time - it was a nervous tick in times of worry - she heard Thomas call her. Wave, she'd never been called that before; hell, she'd never been given a nickname of any kind. She liked it.

Hurrying to the door she opened it with a bright smile, hiding all her worry behind her ever inflatable mask.

"Hi, you look fantastic."

It was true. He looked very dashing in his tuxedo. Very Casanovaish; if Casanova had been born in modern times of course. To be honest, she didn't even realize he was late.