[ thomas huffs out a breath in response and tries not to get excited at the singular spark of hope in his chest--it'd be great to go with them, it really would. ] I get that, you have no idea. Hitchhiking really sucks.
[ it feels kind of good to have let that off his shoulders. talking to this guy is easy and kind of familiar, as if they'd been friends forever. it's kind of weird, but it's kind of nice, at the same time; he hadn't exactly had the chance to click with a lot of people.
but this dude, he's apparently the start of a new rule. he can't help the way he smiles, just a tiny bit, at the jazz hands, and adds on-- ] I'm Thomas.
God, hitchhiking is shucking balls. [ He's been there, done that. It's probably a good thing he could slug the first person that tried something skeevy, regardless of whether they had a weapon pulled on him or not. Because man, that was a vaguely terrifying moment in his life when he was younger.
Minho cocks his head at the smile on his face, strangely distracted for a moment before he catches the name. There's something different in the way he looks now, like he's let go of something, and hey-- more power to him.
Feels kind of good to help cause that, though. So he can't help but smile back a bit more than he does grin. ] Minho. You got any idea where you're going, Thomas?
[ shucking? he almost wants to ask, but figures it's probably gang slang, or something, so thomas keeps his mouth shut on that one for now. the guy--minho--seems to soften a little, and thomas' shoulders relax, any pent up stress starting to just fade away. hitchhiking has sucked. it has been awful. to know someone random in the world's been through the same crap is a really liberating feeling. ]
Wherever the next truck decides to go, I guess. [ he shifts a shoulder in the direction of the lot, then looks back over his shoulder. teresa is...
teresa is talking to another boy in a leather jacket.
his mouth falls open and he stares, totally unabashedly for a second, because--did that just happen? did his luck just totally go the right way? is this gonna be a thing? ] With her, but, she...likes you guys too, I guess.
[ Trying to explain Glader slang to people is kind of difficult sometimes, so the fact that he's not asking is probably a good thing for now. Minho picked up on it fast, and... if the guy bums rides off of them, then he'll figure it out himself eventually. If not, it'll be hilarious to watch him try to, at least. But the fact of the matter is that they both are in agreement that hitchhiking is awful, and he can't help but scrunch his face a little at the idea of him hopping on another truck.
But then his eyes follow his gaze to the dark-haired girl talking to Aris, who he's honestly not that fond of. The guy acts nice, but he just gives him a vibe that has him distrusting anything he says or does until a different guy speaks up. ]
Looks that way, don't it? [ Hand lifting, he lifts his chin up to scratch a little at his throat, cupping his elbow with the other hand as he considers the scene in front of him, this Thomas guy. ] I mean, I've got a two-seater and a bunch of the other guys do, too. So.
[ the look on his face could probably be attuned to that of a hopeful puppy, although thomas himself doesn't know that--he's kind of shocked and hopeful and excited that minho literally just offered him a way out. ] Seriously?
[ he glances back at teresa, who is seriously deep in conversation with that other dude. it wouldn't seem too far fetched, and she's always been the adventurous one. and besides, thomas is sick of weird guys leering at her every time they try to hop a car--that's his sister, basically--and this would at least be a...sort of known weird guy. maybe.
minho himself seems pretty trustworthy. from what he said, the rest can't be too far behind him. ] I--we have a little bit of money, and stuff, so we can help you guys with whatever you need, or...yeah, yeah, that'd. That'd be awesome.
I ain't saying stuff just for giggles, man. [ Minho laughs a little at the literal puppy face that he's being given, the hopeful surprise that just washes over him completely. Swinging his leg over the side of his bike, he straightens on both feet and grabs hold of his jacket so that it's not just sitting there for any shank to come by and take. ]
Here, c'mon dude. We'll go talk to Newt and Alby. They're like the biker parents, basically, and it'd take all of two minutes to convince them to be cool with it if your chick friend hasn't already. [ And just like that, he reaches to give him a nudge to his shoulder towards the entrance, moving himself.
Could they be out of their minds and the type to wait until they're asleep to do something like steal their bikes, or kill them in their sleep? Maybe. But those big doe eyes either lull him into a false sense of security, or are the most sincere things he's ever seen in his life. ]
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[ it feels kind of good to have let that off his shoulders. talking to this guy is easy and kind of familiar, as if they'd been friends forever. it's kind of weird, but it's kind of nice, at the same time; he hadn't exactly had the chance to click with a lot of people.
but this dude, he's apparently the start of a new rule. he can't help the way he smiles, just a tiny bit, at the jazz hands, and adds on-- ] I'm Thomas.
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Minho cocks his head at the smile on his face, strangely distracted for a moment before he catches the name. There's something different in the way he looks now, like he's let go of something, and hey-- more power to him.
Feels kind of good to help cause that, though. So he can't help but smile back a bit more than he does grin. ] Minho. You got any idea where you're going, Thomas?
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Wherever the next truck decides to go, I guess. [ he shifts a shoulder in the direction of the lot, then looks back over his shoulder. teresa is...
teresa is talking to another boy in a leather jacket.
his mouth falls open and he stares, totally unabashedly for a second, because--did that just happen? did his luck just totally go the right way? is this gonna be a thing? ] With her, but, she...likes you guys too, I guess.
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But then his eyes follow his gaze to the dark-haired girl talking to Aris, who he's honestly not that fond of. The guy acts nice, but he just gives him a vibe that has him distrusting anything he says or does until a different guy speaks up. ]
Looks that way, don't it? [ Hand lifting, he lifts his chin up to scratch a little at his throat, cupping his elbow with the other hand as he considers the scene in front of him, this Thomas guy. ] I mean, I've got a two-seater and a bunch of the other guys do, too. So.
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[ he glances back at teresa, who is seriously deep in conversation with that other dude. it wouldn't seem too far fetched, and she's always been the adventurous one. and besides, thomas is sick of weird guys leering at her every time they try to hop a car--that's his sister, basically--and this would at least be a...sort of known weird guy. maybe.
minho himself seems pretty trustworthy. from what he said, the rest can't be too far behind him. ] I--we have a little bit of money, and stuff, so we can help you guys with whatever you need, or...yeah, yeah, that'd. That'd be awesome.
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Here, c'mon dude. We'll go talk to Newt and Alby. They're like the biker parents, basically, and it'd take all of two minutes to convince them to be cool with it if your chick friend hasn't already. [ And just like that, he reaches to give him a nudge to his shoulder towards the entrance, moving himself.
Could they be out of their minds and the type to wait until they're asleep to do something like steal their bikes, or kill them in their sleep? Maybe. But those big doe eyes either lull him into a false sense of security, or are the most sincere things he's ever seen in his life. ]