harry-thompson

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26 (from whoever you want to make one for :) )

starter for @xthenasinclxir || Makeba - Jain

"C'mon, you got it, you totally got it this time." Harry assured despite chuckling a bit on the subject. He was sitting next to her, arms crossed, looking at the same small screen. Finding a video game was... a challenge but after some cleaning and struggling, they managed to make one work, for the most part. It was a rhythmic game, really basic, almost guitar hero style.

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99 Luftballons - Drea

starter for @dreaxbrandon || Read your mind - Missio

Harry couldn't tell what triggered him, maybe it was just one of those days. Low on jokes or laughs, Harry wasn't really focused, not enough at least to understand what Drea just said. "Wait... what ?"

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starter for @graveseer-young || Carrion Comfort - Aeseaes

It was probably stupid, yet Harry had nothing to lose. So he wrote it, he wrote this letter addressed to all those people he met on the road, the ones he learned to know, appreciate, and care for. He wrote to them, even to the ones, who, at some point, tried to tear his skin apart. He tried to find some comfort in some words.

A closed envelope in hand with no name written on it, Harry approached Colin with a calm but friendly face. "Hi man. You got a moment?"

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27 for the spotify starters!

starter for @lucienmelaina || Scared of the dark - Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla Sign

Way too drunk thanks to the distillery last round, Harry was half laughing half helping Lucien to walk home. "The fuck you're doing man, don't go that way!" He complained despite the laugh. They were in the middle of the night, in the middle of the dark, Redwood was quiet... or almost quiet thanks to Harry still laughing for some unknown reasons. Hopefully, drunk Harry was also happy Harry, saving him from all those traumatic memories, like none of them happened, like none of them scared or horrified the man.

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starter for @apocafics || Running up that hill - Kate Bush

"This fucking idiot..." Harry was mumbling, a bit annoyed, and running up the fields to get to the clinic. He wasn't hurt but he definitively needed a medic, like right now, his husband for example. Walking in, he quickly looked around but didn't spot his perfect asshole. "Fuck." A new mumble. Ready to leave and look somewhere else, Harry stopped himself when he finally spotted someone. Pretty sure she was the new nurse Frank told him about, he quickly walked toward her. "Hey, I need some medical assistance in the fields, an idiot can't use a scythe without hurting themself. I did my best playing the doctor, but if we swap it would be perfect." Harry asked, joking about the situation instead of worrying, some blood still on his hands.

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open starter

Send me a number between 1 & 100, and I'll use the song on my Spotify Wrapped as a starter for our characters

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At this point, let's be honest, It was more about walking around the lake than, actually picking a spot. At the comment tho, Harry stopped himself to share a shocked look at his husband. "The fuck you just said?" He looked way too offended to be believable. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear anything." He chuckled before finally picking a nice spot. "Here."

Harry wasn't stupid, he knew what this date was hiding, it was hiding a conversation he wasn't sure he would like. Yet he decided to ignore it the most he could, leaving the responsibility to lead their talk on a serious one to Frank. "Fuck, you got pastries and wine? We're so fancy." He messed around, lying down on his tired back.

Time : 3 months after arriving at Redwood

Location : The Lake

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They had always said that if they chose a settlement they would give it a 3 months run before deciding on leaving or staying. It would be enough to go through the honeymoon stage of a community with almost old worlds standards.

So as the milder days rolled in, and it actually became quite nice to sit outside in the evening, Frank invited Harry on a picnic date by the lake. He knew they would also be a great picnic for the mosquitos, but it was a price to pay for a good view and a quiet place to talk about things. He had secured a wine bottle from Colin's last's trip in exchange for some gauze and had asked Mayra for something nice for them to share. She had outdone herself, even if he had asked for sandwiches. Harry and Frank had arrived 20 minutes ago, but harry did not seem to find the right spot. "Babe, that's the reason why I stopped going to the beach with you ... just pick a spot, it's all the same , green and by the water. "

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open starter for @liamxbryne

On a mission to hide from his husband or anyone who could lecture him about his bruised ankle, Harry thought the pound could be a nice spot. Or at least it was his plan until he spotted someone already on the bench. Too bad. Ready to leave and try somewhere else, Harry stopped himself when his Irish radar activated itself. No way. No way it was what he thought it was. He couldn't just leave now, he had to ask if he wanted to not ponder the question the rest of the week. Walking closer, he stopped when the man noticed him. "Hi, sorry, is it what I think it is?" He asked, a finger pointing to the beer, rushing the polite part of his sentence to focus on the priorities.

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location: the clinic - open starter for @frankxausting

It wasn't the first time Harry was hurt after some bad shit happening on the roads. Most of the time he was trying to joke about it. Most of the time his jokes were lame when he was dealing with the pain and the survivor guilt. Today was no exception. After a painful return to Redwood with the help of David, Harry was finally able to sit down, bloody and tired. So much blood was covering his clothes, not his hopefully but it was still there, sticking to his skin. He wanted to go home, take a shower, and drink but walking was a bad idea, he knew it, he could feel it, something was off with his ankle. "Hi bae." He greeted after he spotted his husband, a small sorry smile on his lips. "Before you say anything, you should see the other guy." He tried, sadly not really believing his own words.

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Harry was thinking about it; going outside, volunteering to share some help. He might will, who knew? But for now, he still had some more simple things to deal with, giving him a weird feeling by the way, it was like spectating some weird kind of inevitable. "Hi?" He greeted after opening his front door, a bit puzzled by the lady, his oven totally forgotten until she mentioned it. "Oh right!" This one was just not cooking anything, 30 minutes for almost no result. "And sure yeah, come in." He reacted, giving her some space before leading her to the kitchen. "Thanks for passing by, I wasn't really expecting the oven to be a priority but hey if I can have a working one, I'm not gonna complain." He gently joked. "Want a drink?"

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location: Harry's home

The explosion had unsettled everyone. Of course, it'd sent people swarming. What was left of the raiders, hunters probably outside security too. And people like Vi were left on the inside, having to wait for whatever news would be brought back.

Still, that was no reason to drop everything. Which was she was at Harry's front door right now, toolbelt around her hips and toolbox in one arm. "Hey. I'm here to look at your oven. You said it wasn't working properly." Vi's voice was a little gruff. Her patience was running a little low, admittedly. The explosion had strained her even further.

"Mind letting me in?"

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Harry was almost feeling bad, almost. The problem was that he didn't expect a lesson on how to be a bartender when he asked for some knowledge about the place. It was more about the place, if there were some tricky things to know about the post-apocalyptic tools they were using here. Or some info about the customers, the quota of drinks he could do or not. "Val. I have to confess something." He finally replied, overexaggerating his dramatic tone. "I did. I opened my own bar something like twenty years ago." He confessed way too seriously before dropping the act and finally chuckling. "But sure, I'm totally listening, please continue." He joked, trying hard to regain some focus, in vain.

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location: bar

"Alright. Ready for learnin'? I promise I ain't gonna make it all that hard." Right now probably wasn't the appropriate time for bartending lessons, but it felt comforting and right now, Val felt like she needed that. And so here she was, with her new colleague and a couple of bottles, despite their supplies slowly running low.

"Bartendin' ain't all that difficul, ya just gotta know your alcohol and know what you're doin'. Especially now, since we don't got most of the stuff for the recipes. Ya just gotta know how to improvise and what goes well together." She gave him an encouraging smile. "You ever worked as a bartender before, hun?"

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Like the perfect nerd he was, Harry went to some comic-book conventions, he was used to overextending hugs, so he didn't mind nor really care. "You know at this point, I'm kinda done to smoke the weirdest shit possible, but I'll tell you for sure. Thanks again man, thanks for everything." Spoilers alert, catnip cigarettes were definitively decent.

Fleet accepted the hug with genuine delight, pleased that his attempt at filling the nicotine gap had gone over so well. "We'll see how effective they are!" he laughed, patting Harry's back (and, honestly, hanging on to the other man probably for a beat longer than Harry would've intended; Fleet was nothing if not one to take advantage of being hugged to its fullest). "When the craving kicks in and you light one up and huff catnip instead of tobacco. But till then I'm just gonna believe that they'll be good, and you'll be demanding the recipe to make more!"

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Laughing back at her reply, Harry was starting to like her, her mood was nice to deal with. "I get you, yup." He approved before chuckling once more before adding some new drinks on the table. "To the lowest expectations." He gently joked during their toast, hoping deep down those ones could finally improve, just a bit.

"Jury's still out on that one, Harry. " she joked back. "No system was ever perfect, I just hope this will not become a I'll be fucked system if you know what I mean. " She pointed at him. "That's the way to live Harry, lowest expectations so you never be disappointed , and maybe amazed at something being less sucky. Give us another drink to toast to that, then I'll be off, gotta unclog some drainage before sun down."

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Frank watched kinda in slow motion, what unfolded and disturbed the peace. He chuckled and shook his head. " Now you know what it felt to do it in your streamer room , babe. " he kissed his shoulder and closed his eyes. Just drifting away from a hard day work and the shower. Maybe this was a good way of starting their life here at Redwood.

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do u have any hobbies that aren't childish?

Nope, I am 6 yo

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Harry couldn't help it but chuckled at her words. "Have you only met anyone of sound mind those days?" He joked. "But yeah I get you. I'm not sure four people are enough to deal with a group like this one but it's already better than dealing with a one party system or no leadership at all." He thought before chuckling once more when some memories resurfaced. "I went into a few groups before, most of them were a mess, they tried but... yeah... I really lowered my expectations after that."

"As most political systems " Drea pointed out. "I've been here for a month now, and to be honest, I just think - even on the council - they have no idea what they are doing. They just pretend like they do to be able to focus on some sort of line of conduct to keep this place in order. But really, everyone here is just traumatized af ... Redwood Asylum. "

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Eyes half closed, Harry was enjoying the moment, taking a new puff when he got the cigarette. "Yup." He simply stated but stood up after a short minute, putting on an underwear before taking down the decorating deer head from the wall. Without sharing a word, he suddenly open the nearest window and yeeet the head. "Okay better." He commented and beached back on the bed. "No more dead things looking at us when we do it." He casually added and shared back the cigarette.

Laying in bed, pants on, Frank was lost in his thoughts and just looking at the ceiling - which needed some love , let's be honest. He was listening to the quiet noises outside. Those of people. It was weird, not having the white noise of silence or labored breathing of the dead. As Harry came back, he took the cigarette and took a puff before handing it back to his husband. "Celebrating,huh ? " he remarked.