they were sitting

Thomas Hart · 08-19-2011, 12:17 AM

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Thomas watched from his position as she took the saddle bags off before the woman turned and waved over towards where the hat had been. A much larger man emerged, coming closer to them, all the while giving him a rather… suspicious or perhaps, glaring look. Of course, Thom was a stranger that Dixie was kind enough to invite along. And, it seemed like there was always one person who would have to disagree with his involvement. He merely dipped his head, giving the guy a short wave of his hand and didn’t expect an answer back.

The traveling duo tended to the horse, taking the gear off and he briefly pondered if he would run off at the thought of freedom. Yet, it seemed fine, so he shrugged the thought off. He didn’t wish to interrupt though, as the duo started to give attention to the chestnut horse, therefore, he stood there looking rather out of place and unsure of where to put himself. In an attempt to do something, he pushed on his golden glasses, adjusting the length of where they were on his nose. Other than that, there wasn’t much to fiddle with on his outfit. Maybe the pocket watch, but it had long stopped ticking.

The horse was given all the attention Thomas could ever want and then, it was his turn to be in the spot light. Dixie explained to her companion, Wayne, about who he was, where she found him and why he was currently standing there. She said the name ‘Duke’, finally getting the horse’s name. He turned towards the chestnut male with another rare grin on his lips. Yet, quickly turned back with slight surprise as Wayne playfully growled, jumping at Dixie. It looked like honest to god fun, but… it wasn’t something he was used to.

His (adoptive) father wasn’t one who interacted by touch and would rather not be at all. So, he grew up not touching anyone. And whenever someone touched him suddenly, found it uncomfortable. His ears flicked back, a frown bearing on his lips and turned away until Wayne spoke. “Um, Thomas, nice to meet you, too…” He dipped his head in a small nod and stared up at the much taller male, getting a good look for the first time. Sure, he was used to being a short one, but Wayne just seemed to tower over his head like a giant.

He gulped down, watching as he went to tend to the fire. His dark brown eyes didn’t move from Wayne until Dixie suddenly grabbed his hand. Thomas jumped, flinching at the touch, but didn’t withdraw. She tugged him to the fire where chunks of meat seemed to be cooking. Was he being invited to dine, too? Again? Once the Samoyed mix let go of his hand, he found himself a spot and sat down a bit far from the fire.

Table code by the Mentors! Image && Edits by Cait!

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