Question: “He’s a grown man, Anxiety, what can you possibly think he could be doing?”- Oh no... What is he doing????
@pansy-chic27213 said: Based on the schedule, there’s some kind of club activities going on? What clubs are Thomas interested in?
@hotchocolatehugs said: hmmmmm without anxiety, Thomas is sure to get into some trouble, right?
Anonymous said: So Logan, how’s Thomas been doing? Has your experiment had any effect yet, or still nothing? -🐌
@kieraelieson said: How’s Patton doing? And does Thomas notice anything? His mind is in some turmoil, so surely he’s at least a tad suspicious.
Anonymous said: So, Logan, how’s Thomas doing right now?
Anonymous said: Hey Logan, shouldn’t you check on Thomas? After all, he’s a large part of this experiment. You need to keep track of him to get accurate results.
Roman rose up to the scent of french toast and cinnamon, and inhaled deeply. It wasn’t often that Thomas cooked, so he couldn’t help but feel positive about his host’s current state.
… Wait, what was that burning smell?
He opened his eyes to see that the kitchen was a disaster in every sense of the word. Flour dusted most of the surfaces, there were three separate batter-filled bowls on the counter, and a pan with black triangles of french toast crusted to it sat in the sink. He gaped for a moment, spinning around to find that Thomas was leaning over the mirror that normally hung by his front door.
“Thomas? What are you– Is that a knife?”
“Roman!” Thomas said cheerfully, from where he seemed to be trying to cut a circle into the mirror’s surface. “Yeah, I saw this on a DIY pinterest! It keeps fracturing though. Well, that’s okay.” He didn’t seem bothered as he tossed the knife aside, standing up and brushing himself off. “What’s up, buddy?”
“I came to… check up on you…” Roman faltered, trying to regain some semblance of normality. “Thomas, aren’t you supposed to be on your way to that club fair?”
Thomas shrugged casually, still very notably in his pajamas. “No, it’s already wrapping up by now. I didn’t want to go.”
Roman found his jaw dropping again. “Didn’t want– Thomas, they were depending on you to perform skits and pass out flyers! You agreed to help!”
“Whoa, it’s okay. I was tired, Talyn will understand.” Thomas seemed almost confused by what Roman was saying, which was even more disorienting.
“You’re too tired to help your friends but you can waste time making your kitchen into a disaster zone?” he asked, incredulous. “Did you even make any edible french toast?”
“No, they got all burned while I was planning stuff for today,” Thomas answered. Roman turned to look pointedly at the three soggy, batter-dipped pieces of toast sitting on a plate next to the stove, and was promptly distracted by the sight of one of the burners glowing red.
“Thomas, you left the stove on–!” he grabbed his host by the sleeve and tugged him over to turn the knob off and shove an oven mitt that was starting to smoke out of range of the heat. “Okay, that’s it.”
He reached out and lifted his hand, summoning Morality who rose up with a jerk, eyebrows raised above the sunglasses. “Roman?”
“Patton, what is going on here?” he demanded, gesturing wildly to the entire room. “You can’t be okay with Thomas abandoning his friends like this!”
“Oh, Roman, you’ve got it all wrong!” Patton hurried to reassure him with a smile. “We have so much to do today, it’s just better that we stay home this time. We’ll help out at the next fair! Right now, Thomas is following his dreams!”
“Yeah,” Thomas jumped in, “as my Creativity, I thought for sure you would be the first on this bandwagon.”
“I– I mean, of course I support all and any dream-chasing, but…” Roman floundered. “Surely we should fulfill prior obligations first? What are we even working on?”
Thomas blinked at him with no sign of comprehension in his eyes, and Patton stepped forwards to rest his hands on Roman’s shoulders. “That’s where you come in, Ro! Of course we can’t chase our dreams properly without our wielder of imagination to guide us!”
This close, he noticed something different about Patton’s eyes, but the strangeness seemed to slip between his fingers like sand as the grip on him tightened slightly.
Now that he thought about it, it did make sense that things would go a bit off without him around to inspire and awe. There was so much they could do with a free day, and he felt as though he was brimming with energy. No use crying over spilt milk or burnt french toast– he had to take advantage of this time and put Thomas’ potential to good use!
Patton seemed to read the change in perspective off his expression, and he released Roman with a beaming smile. “I knew you’d see what I meant! I’m cheering you on, guys! Let’s make today great!”
“Right!” Thomas and Roman agreed, and he sunk out with haste.
There was no time to dally; he had so much to do in the Imagination!