[He doesn't reply but after realizing that he just told Claire where he lives he should probably put some pants on. He looks a bit of a sorry state still, but it's mostly because he hasn't figured out the closets thing and therefore has no fresh change of clothes. Honestly, i's grossing him out. Claire please hurry and help him exist like a normal human being.]
[Claire shows up in an outfit that definitely isn't her cheerleading uniform. Her shorts and a tank top are nice and clean, fresh out of her closet. So don't worry, Tom, she'll definitely assist him in existing like a normal Wonderland resident.
She knocks at his door and gives him about two seconds to answer before turning the knob and trying to enter all on her own. She's excited to see him again, and really can't be bothered to wait anymore.]
[She says as she lets herself in. Tom just about stood up by the time she's in so he just. Stand next to his bed. It's a nice room and all, just like everyone else's, but it doesn't look like he belongs there. There's nothing reflecting him.
Though speaking of reflections there isn't a single mirror in the joint. That's something he's not prepared to deal with.]
[Glad to see him alive and in one piece, she closes the distance between them so she can almost tackle him down in a tight hug. The hellhound thing had been pretty scary. But he's okay.]
I'm glad you're okay. I was worried when I didn't hear from you right away.
[Ooft-! Okay, it's hug time then. Good timing actually. He could really use one.
He wraps one arm around her shoulders, laying his other hand against the back of her head. Letting go of his awkward for a moment is refreshing and he can just enjoy the reassuring physical presence of a friend.
A friend. It's been a while since he'd had any of those. Somehow he'd managed to collect a few through the ordeal that is his first week in the house.]
Don't worry about me. I'm right here.
[A pause. River could say what she wanted, if he'd died surely he would have known. He knew hellhounds weren't the reason he blacked out, he'd seen Harry- fought him- and it had felt so real-
But that was too much to even consider dealing with. The important thing was that everyone was safe now.]
Sorry to scare you. I'm not used to checking in with people.
[She softly admits, trying to explain her clinginess a little. She's never been away from home for this long, never had to face things like this without her dad there to help. She's already miserably homesick, and not being able to get hold of Tom right away might have made her a little paranoid.
Not that she'd admit that out loud.
She reluctantly pulls out of the hug, enough that she can glance up at him with a smile.]
Have you eaten recently? I'm not exactly a master chef or anything, but I can -
[She notices something at that point, and her lips purse together in near amusement.]
Tom. Are you still wearing the same clothes you showed up here in?
Ahh- [The prospect of food is incredibly appealing. He didn't remember the last time he'd eaten.. He'd been on a scavenger hunt for pop tarts when he'd met Harry in the hallway and- ]
Huh? [He looks down at himself and then back, suddenly feeling rather bashful under her observation.]
[She pulls away, and takes hold of his hand to drag him over to the closet. She's grinning wildly when she opens the door.]
Watch this.
[She reaches inside and pulls out a plain black t-shirt. Then she reaches inside again and pulls out a pair of jeans. ]
You can pull whatever you want out of here, all you have to do is think about it. I've got a ton of new clothes already. And stuff to put around my room, too. It's amazing, isn't it?
[She thinks it is, even if she's a little freaked out about the way it works and probably is binding them to the devil or something. Nothing but the devil could have such great magic, she's convinced of it. She holds out the clothes she's picked out and shakes the, signaling for him to take them.]
[His usual sweet melancholy completely evaporates. He is literally five years old oh my god magic closet!!!]
No fucking way.
[He gets right up in there, standing first inside the empty closet to inspect it's rather normal form, then the doors, then the hinges, there has to be something about it, right? He comes back out, closes the doors and re opens them a few times, little noises of astonishment occurring throughout the whole process.]
This is amazing!
[Claire you have made his life so much better. Tom stands there for a moment, deep in concentration as he stares at the closet. He purses his lips and then tentatively reaches in, withdrawing an un-tattered version of his hoodie (It's his favorite thing in the world okay don't judge him) and another pair of trousers, the style of which he is rather particular. This model being a slim cut cargo pant in slate gray. Again, to replace what were better off as a Halloween costume by this point- held together with some paper clips he'd found in the dresser.]
[She basically thinks this is the cutest thing she's ever gotten to witness. Laughing, she reaches into the closet to pull out a hoodie of her own. Something red and soft and really not needed, but if he's going to wear one, she might as well do it too. She tugs it down over her head, hair getting messed up in the process.]
Go on, go get changed! I can't make us something to eat if we stand around acting like the closet is Disneyland.
[Eyebrows arch as she pokes fun at the both of them, and arms cross over her chest as if she's the one in charge here.]
We can play with it more later.
[She's a growing teenager with a crazy metabolism, okay. She requires a lot of food and when her stomach starts growling her patience for waiting to get some goes quickly downhill. So she moves forward to playfully shove him in the direction of his bathroom door.]
[He lets out a small whine and gives her something close to puppy eyes. This is his new toy, Claire, don't take him away from it right after giving it to him okay sheesh rude.]
It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]
[She takes the Minnie Mouse tank top with a roll of her eyes, but can't stop smiling as long as he's excited over this. It puts her in a good mood to see him smiling, and so she's abandoned the hoodie she just put on and is wearing the ridiculous Disney shirt he pulled out for her when he comes out.
Eyebrows arch when he emerges, and she wastes no time in grabbing hold of his hand to drag him out of the room along after her.]
What do you like? Pick anything, and I should be able to figure out how to make it.
[The second they're out in the hall and on their way, she drops hold of his hand and leads the way downstairs at a marching pace.]
[This is said with as much offense as she can muster, given that she's in a good mood. He's in for a treat, if he thinks she's just going to pull things out of a cabinet or something.]
You can even help. It's not like you can destroy waffles and pancakes that much. Not with me there to teach you.
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text this is tom. tom speaks boy. speak tom speak.
Date: 2013-08-06 09:20 am (UTC)stop speaking boy, tom. no boy speak. none.
Date: 2013-08-07 01:08 am (UTC)Where are you?
never >:E
Date: 2013-08-07 10:21 am (UTC)Fifth floor room 115.
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Date: 2013-08-08 11:12 am (UTC)I'll be there in a few minutes though. Don't go anywhere.
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Date: 2013-08-08 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-08 11:41 am (UTC)She knocks at his door and gives him about two seconds to answer before turning the knob and trying to enter all on her own. She's excited to see him again, and really can't be bothered to wait anymore.]
It's me, let me in!
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Date: 2013-08-08 12:03 pm (UTC)Though speaking of reflections there isn't a single mirror in the joint. That's something he's not prepared to deal with.]
Hey.
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Date: 2013-08-08 12:21 pm (UTC)[Glad to see him alive and in one piece, she closes the distance between them so she can almost tackle him down in a tight hug. The hellhound thing had been pretty scary. But he's okay.]
I'm glad you're okay. I was worried when I didn't hear from you right away.
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Date: 2013-08-08 12:32 pm (UTC)He wraps one arm around her shoulders, laying his other hand against the back of her head. Letting go of his awkward for a moment is refreshing and he can just enjoy the reassuring physical presence of a friend.
A friend. It's been a while since he'd had any of those. Somehow he'd managed to collect a few through the ordeal that is his first week in the house.]
Don't worry about me. I'm right here.
[A pause. River could say what she wanted, if he'd died surely he would have known. He knew hellhounds weren't the reason he blacked out, he'd seen Harry- fought him- and it had felt so real-
But that was too much to even consider dealing with. The important thing was that everyone was safe now.]
Sorry to scare you. I'm not used to checking in with people.
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Date: 2013-08-09 11:14 am (UTC)[She softly admits, trying to explain her clinginess a little. She's never been away from home for this long, never had to face things like this without her dad there to help. She's already miserably homesick, and not being able to get hold of Tom right away might have made her a little paranoid.
Not that she'd admit that out loud.
She reluctantly pulls out of the hug, enough that she can glance up at him with a smile.]
Have you eaten recently? I'm not exactly a master chef or anything, but I can -
[She notices something at that point, and her lips purse together in near amusement.]
Tom. Are you still wearing the same clothes you showed up here in?
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Date: 2013-08-09 11:45 am (UTC)Huh? [He looks down at himself and then back, suddenly feeling rather bashful under her observation.]
They're the only clothes I have..
[Clearly he hasn't settled into his room, yet.]
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Date: 2013-08-11 10:10 am (UTC)Watch this.
[She reaches inside and pulls out a plain black t-shirt. Then she reaches inside again and pulls out a pair of jeans. ]
You can pull whatever you want out of here, all you have to do is think about it. I've got a ton of new clothes already. And stuff to put around my room, too. It's amazing, isn't it?
[She thinks it is, even if she's a little freaked out about the way it works and probably is binding them to the devil or something. Nothing but the devil could have such great magic, she's convinced of it. She holds out the clothes she's picked out and shakes the, signaling for him to take them.]
You should give it a try.
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Date: 2013-08-11 01:51 pm (UTC)[His usual sweet melancholy completely evaporates. He is literally five years old oh my god magic closet!!!]
No fucking way.
[He gets right up in there, standing first inside the empty closet to inspect it's rather normal form, then the doors, then the hinges, there has to be something about it, right? He comes back out, closes the doors and re opens them a few times, little noises of astonishment occurring throughout the whole process.]
This is amazing!
[Claire you have made his life so much better. Tom stands there for a moment, deep in concentration as he stares at the closet. He purses his lips and then tentatively reaches in, withdrawing an un-tattered version of his hoodie (It's his favorite thing in the world okay don't judge him) and another pair of trousers, the style of which he is rather particular. This model being a slim cut cargo pant in slate gray. Again, to replace what were better off as a Halloween costume by this point- held together with some paper clips he'd found in the dresser.]
This is actually the best thing ever..
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Date: 2013-08-11 08:28 pm (UTC)Go on, go get changed! I can't make us something to eat if we stand around acting like the closet is Disneyland.
[Eyebrows arch as she pokes fun at the both of them, and arms cross over her chest as if she's the one in charge here.]
We can play with it more later.
[She's a growing teenager with a crazy metabolism, okay. She requires a lot of food and when her stomach starts growling her patience for waiting to get some goes quickly downhill. So she moves forward to playfully shove him in the direction of his bathroom door.]
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Date: 2013-08-11 09:44 pm (UTC)It is Disneyland. The Disney closet.
[And as if to be both a smartass and the worst joke ever, he pulls out a minnie mouse tank top and hands it to her before gathering up the clothes he's gotten and going to change in the bathroom.
A small sigh of relief to be in something new and clean. It can do wonders for a man, really. He reemerges fresh and happy, hands snuggled comfortably in the pockets of his hoodie and heads towards the door. Okay, so this isn't the worst place he could imagine ever. Monster dogs and random bullshit shenanigans aside.]
What're you cooking?
[Really, the difference in mood is amazing when you're not under threat of death, you're hungry, someone is being nice to you, and you have a magical fucking closet.]
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Date: 2013-08-13 10:34 pm (UTC)Eyebrows arch when he emerges, and she wastes no time in grabbing hold of his hand to drag him out of the room along after her.]
What do you like? Pick anything, and I should be able to figure out how to make it.
[The second they're out in the hall and on their way, she drops hold of his hand and leads the way downstairs at a marching pace.]
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Date: 2013-08-14 10:46 pm (UTC)Bacon. And pancakes? Waffles maybe? I'm starving..
[Let's play a game called keep up with the over excited hungry guy. Ready go!]
Are you really going to cook or just ask the magic table and take credit for it?
[Because that is exactly what he'd do..]
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Date: 2013-08-15 11:10 pm (UTC)[This is said with as much offense as she can muster, given that she's in a good mood. He's in for a treat, if he thinks she's just going to pull things out of a cabinet or something.]
You can even help. It's not like you can destroy waffles and pancakes that much. Not with me there to teach you.