[Thom seemed to be getting more and more familiar with having an active social life. While before, in his old life, the only social interactions he had were through school, work and then his life as a superhero- now it seemed that every week there was something new for Thom to be engaged with; his circle of friends and acquaintances had practically tripled here in Cadelle and he couldn't complain about it, it left him happy and comfortable in this new place.
It doesn't take him long to find the food venues where he sits down on a nearby bench with a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup, the warmth of it combating the chill in the air. When someone sits opposite him on the bench Thom perks up, a smile on his features.] Hey... you wanna try some of this? Its really good! [Smol weirdo child used to work at a soup-kitchen diner-style thing so he has no qualms sharing his food.]
ii. So, tell me how long before the last one.
[Thom definitely wasn't the kind of boy to be one-hundred percent comfortable in the togetherness tent but he'd been in Cadelle long enough to know that this place was all about taking him out of his comfort zone so he made his way over anyway. He made his way straight to the bar, having learned that he was more of a fan of alcohol than he'd anticipated being. The attractive bartender left him blushing though, fumbling his way through some kind of drinks order which must've made the man pity him, handing Thom over a rich coloured glass of something, a shimmering drop of gold being dripped into the glass because according to the bartender Thom really needed it.
Before long Thom finds himself more confident than usual, a smile on his face and an inclination to talk to just about anyone concerning just about anything, animated during conversations that normally he wouldn't have much a say in either way.
Its that same confidence that takes him to the blue table, where Thom makes the mistake of drinking a glass of blueberry cider like a man in the desert, a beverage that seems to leave him cold- his breath puffing out in front of his face, leaving him a little shocked even as the world hangs a little around him. He makes his way over to a couch, regardless of whether or not its occupied and seems to draw in on himself a little.] S-so... cold- [He says it with chattering teeth, clearly in need of a hug to warm him up.]
iii. and tell me how long before the right one.
[Wild card! Any other situations you wanna see Thom in during the festival? Go wild!]
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ii. So, tell me how long before the last one.
iii. and tell me how long before the right one.