Someone joins Wrath at the table, sitting down across from her. The same black-haired kid, but donning a Jorgmund uniform.
"Yeah, no. It's generally not something that happens with your average human here." The admission sounds somewhat reluctant. Tommy had been a topic he'd been trying not to bring up since he got here, for a variety of reasons, but the main one being not wanting to risk giving away what he was.
The chances that Jorgmund could actually pick and choose who they grabbed to work for them felt low, but the fact that there was any chance at all made him cautious about telling anyone about him, in case word somehow got back to the company. Especially when Jorgmund seemed to be collecting werewolves. Plus, it was just, their secret. He'd already made the mistake of outing Tommy to someone in the past. He didn't intend to do it again if he could help it.
Watching the scene unfold from the table it's hard to hear much of the conversation past an enthusiastic "Can I see them?" before the Merton from the memory drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, giving a quick look around them to make sure none of the other students were close enough to listen in.
Tommy on the other hand, had no such composure, quickly countering whatever the shorter boy said to him with, "So my ears are a little big? It's a Dawkins family trait". He quickly got more and more uncomfortable and irritated as the conversation went on, particularly when Merton makes the mistake of excitedly declaring "You've got all the symptoms!", then it's his turn to look around to make sure no one heard that.
Thankfully, no one seems to be paying either of them much attention, and Tommy finally decides he's had enough.
"You know what I think? I think you're spending a little too much time with your fantasy freak club." He taps a fork against Merton's chest as he speaks, and all the enthusiasm quickly drains from the other kid's expression. However he saw this conversation going down, this apparently wasn't it. Collecting his tray, Tommy skips going down the rest of the food line in favor of just getting away from the misfit. "You know, you should really watch what you say to people."
As he walks away he scoffs, "Werewolf, pft", and the real Merton leans against the table, running a hand partway down his face, then pinching the bridge of his nose, while the memory of himself continues to stand there, looking dumbstruck and slightly stricken until Tommy throws him one last verbal punch, "You know, it's no wonder you don't have any friends, Martin."
"Fine!" Finally, he puts some bite in his own voice, even if it's not much. "Just be careful. It's a full moon this Saturday."
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"Yeah, no. It's generally not something that happens with your average human here." The admission sounds somewhat reluctant. Tommy had been a topic he'd been trying not to bring up since he got here, for a variety of reasons, but the main one being not wanting to risk giving away what he was.
The chances that Jorgmund could actually pick and choose who they grabbed to work for them felt low, but the fact that there was any chance at all made him cautious about telling anyone about him, in case word somehow got back to the company. Especially when Jorgmund seemed to be collecting werewolves. Plus, it was just, their secret. He'd already made the mistake of outing Tommy to someone in the past. He didn't intend to do it again if he could help it.
Watching the scene unfold from the table it's hard to hear much of the conversation past an enthusiastic "Can I see them?" before the Merton from the memory drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, giving a quick look around them to make sure none of the other students were close enough to listen in.
Tommy on the other hand, had no such composure, quickly countering whatever the shorter boy said to him with, "So my ears are a little big? It's a Dawkins family trait". He quickly got more and more uncomfortable and irritated as the conversation went on, particularly when Merton makes the mistake of excitedly declaring "You've got all the symptoms!", then it's his turn to look around to make sure no one heard that.
Thankfully, no one seems to be paying either of them much attention, and Tommy finally decides he's had enough.
"You know what I think? I think you're spending a little too much time with your fantasy freak club." He taps a fork against Merton's chest as he speaks, and all the enthusiasm quickly drains from the other kid's expression. However he saw this conversation going down, this apparently wasn't it. Collecting his tray, Tommy skips going down the rest of the food line in favor of just getting away from the misfit. "You know, you should really watch what you say to people."
As he walks away he scoffs, "Werewolf, pft", and the real Merton leans against the table, running a hand partway down his face, then pinching the bridge of his nose, while the memory of himself continues to stand there, looking dumbstruck and slightly stricken until Tommy throws him one last verbal punch, "You know, it's no wonder you don't have any friends, Martin."
"Fine!" Finally, he puts some bite in his own voice, even if it's not much. "Just be careful. It's a full moon this Saturday."