[From where he's standing, Merton's not looking particularly comfortable with the situation. Giving Rowena a flat, forced smile.
Having people dragged into old memories of his was one thing. Seeing memories that involved Tommy was something else. He'd been trying to just not think about his friends since he got here. This situation was already just...a lot, and thinking back to them was just too much. But in having to relive old memories of them, it was impossible to not think about them, and how he'd left them.
But more than that, the last thing he wanted was to risk Jorgmund somehow learning about Tommy. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but as far as he was concerned, any chance that the company could find out about him and bring the werewolf here to turn him into another "hire", was too great a chance.
He had almost an entire life's worth of memories that had nothing to do with outing his friend. Why was it that he had to keep watching this one on a loop?
And no offense to Rowena, but she was just about one of the last people here he wanted knowing about Tommy.
He fidgets uncomfortably as his past self and Tommy start having their whispered conversation in the lunch line. Not much of it can be heard from where they stand, the past version of himself taking caution to look around them to make sure no one is close enough to hear and is mostly keeping his voice low.
But Tommy on the other hand isn't. He quickly counters whatever Merton said to him with, "So my ears are a little big? It's a Dawkins family trait" with no regard for whoever might hear it. But Merton's past self persisted, and Tommy was quickly getting 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 Tommy's turn to look around to make sure no one heard that.
And thankfully, by the looks of it, no one did. Finally decides he's had enough, he jabs a fork at Merton's chest.
"You know what I think? I think you're spending a little too much time with your fantasy freak club." He taps the utensil against Merton's chest as he speaks, and all the enthusiasm quickly drains from the other teen'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 Tommy walks away he scoffs, "Werewolf, pft", and the real Merton tries to casually speak up over it, as if maybe that will distract Rowena from hearing it.]
You know, actually, if you like that, you should see my hearse.
[Meanwhile 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!" His past self retorts. "Just be careful. It's a full moon this Saturday." ]
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[From where he's standing, Merton's not looking particularly comfortable with the situation. Giving Rowena a flat, forced smile.
Having people dragged into old memories of his was one thing. Seeing memories that involved Tommy was something else. He'd been trying to just not think about his friends since he got here. This situation was already just...a lot, and thinking back to them was just too much. But in having to relive old memories of them, it was impossible to not think about them, and how he'd left them.
But more than that, the last thing he wanted was to risk Jorgmund somehow learning about Tommy. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but as far as he was concerned, any chance that the company could find out about him and bring the werewolf here to turn him into another "hire", was too great a chance.
He had almost an entire life's worth of memories that had nothing to do with outing his friend. Why was it that he had to keep watching this one on a loop?
And no offense to Rowena, but she was just about one of the last people here he wanted knowing about Tommy.
He fidgets uncomfortably as his past self and Tommy start having their whispered conversation in the lunch line. Not much of it can be heard from where they stand, the past version of himself taking caution to look around them to make sure no one is close enough to hear and is mostly keeping his voice low.
But Tommy on the other hand isn't. He quickly counters whatever Merton said to him with, "So my ears are a little big? It's a Dawkins family trait" with no regard for whoever might hear it. But Merton's past self persisted, and Tommy was quickly getting 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 Tommy's turn to look around to make sure no one heard that.
And thankfully, by the looks of it, no one did. Finally decides he's had enough, he jabs a fork at Merton's chest.
"You know what I think? I think you're spending a little too much time with your fantasy freak club." He taps the utensil against Merton's chest as he speaks, and all the enthusiasm quickly drains from the other teen'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 Tommy walks away he scoffs, "Werewolf, pft", and the real Merton tries to casually speak up over it, as if maybe that will distract Rowena from hearing it.]
You know, actually, if you like that, you should see my hearse.
[Meanwhile 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!" His past self retorts. "Just be careful. It's a full moon this Saturday." ]