something something gay vibin [fleur/thread]
Jun 9, 2021 13:54:02 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Jun 9, 2021 13:54:02 GMT -5
A stretch and a crack of his joints and reminded Thread that all of this was still very real. He hadnt tried to keep himself in the loop if he was being honest with himself. Actually, he was quite surprised what this place was like. It wasnt like he had any sort of memory, or even recollection. Seeing as the only person that he actually knew that went through all of this was dead.
Sometimes he wondered what exactly became of everything that once was brought here. Was there a room somewhere that had all the trinkets and doodads that were in the hands of tributes. He had received looks multiple times from various people in the training center, and it was probably because they had thought they had seen a ghost.
Too bad even he knew he would be nothing like his brother.
Thread sighed as he pushed through the cafeteria doors with a bottle of water and made his way to the improv station, holding true to his own nature. After all, he had been told that he had been just as crafty as Stitch once was, he just didnt have the same eye.
No one did.
He took a deep breath as he soaked in the items available and thought about everything he could try to make out of what looked like nothing. A trainer had come up every now and then to see if he needed help, but once they got a good look at Thread's face, they backed off quickly. Thread looked up to see the girl from nine skulking around the station. "I guess my reputation precedes me?" Thread looks forward to see something that he didnt think would exist in the training center, a replica of Stitches scarf, unsullied and pristine.
It was like it there to taunt him.
