“Don’t you have a date in a couple hours, Thomas?” Gordon casually commented behind his newspaper.
Thomas jumped from the couch, running into the bedroom and yelling, “What?! Wait, really?”
“Saw it on your wall.” Gordon yelled back, then said to himself, “Honestly, what’s the point of putting up sticky notes if you don’t even look at them?”
Thomas’ eyes were drawn to the green sticky note on the wall beside his bed. Alright, alright, I’ve got enough time to get ready and meet Bertie. They were going to a rather fancy place, so Thomas rummaged through the wardrobe for his best threads. At this rate, I might have to borrow Gordon’s. He laughed to himself. Finally finding a decent dark green suit, Thomas quickly began changing into it. No time for anything else, just have to get dressed.
“Alright, what other plans do I have…” Thomas muttered aloud, squinting at his wall. “A picnic with James…well, I almost forgot about that one!” Buttoning up his shirt, Thomas’ eyes wandered over to the photo booth strip in the middle. He remembered that day fondly. James’ face was as red as his engine! What I wouldn’t give to see that again. Afterwards Thomas insisted James and Percy write their numbers on the strip, to “commemorate the occasion and their friendship.” And of course, James’ writing took up half the damn space.
Thomas glanced up at the necklace hanging in the corner as he adjusted his sleeves. A simple matching necklace. The golden moon that fit into it belonged to James; whenever they met up, they’d slot the necklaces together as a little greeting. Following the string, Thomas’ eyes set upon the friendship bracelet Percy had made for him. “All three of our colours!” he had said, as he handed it to Thomas. Man, I love those guys. Thomas looked around for a belt in his dresser drawers.
“Hey, Thomas, have you seen—” Henry halted in the doorway. “Oh! Getting dressed up, I see.”
Thomas nodded, as he had to concentrate to buckle his pants. Henry looked over at Thomas’ wall, and pointed to the photo of him and Edward with a big smile. Thomas rolled his eyes in amusement at Henry’s excitement. Finally having put a shirt and pants on, he put his hands on his hips and stood back to admire the photo with Henry. “It is a good photo though, eh?”
“Well, of course it is! Because Charlie took it. Nice fancy camera and all.” Henry crossed his arms, nodding in approval. “He sure made us look good.”
“Yeah, Charlie even made Gordon and James arguing look good!” Thomas flicked his eyes over to it.
A voice boomed from behind the two men, “Of course I look good!” Gordon placed his hands on both their shoulders, joining in on the wall admiring. “Look how positively radiant I look! Who knew the sheds could give such nice natural light? I am practically glowing!”
“Alright calm down, Your Radiance.” Thomas murmured, and Henry laughed. Henry nudged Thomas with his elbow, nodding toward the photo of Emily. “Where’d Charlie take that one?”
“Oh, actually, I did!” Thomas puffed out his chest in pride. “He gave me his camera for a while, so I took the opportunity to play photographer. Emily and I were walking around some nice hills while we were on break, so…”
“Well, I’ll commend your photography skill; she looks absolutely marvelous in front of that sunset!”
“Careful now, Henry, she’s taken.” Gordon remarked, snickering.
“Oh, shut up! C’mon, Thomas has to get ready and we’re distracting him.” Henry pushed Gordon out of the room and shut the door.
Thomas shook his head, amused at his housemates. He picked up the suit jacket laid on the bed. Putting it on, he looked at his wall once more. His eyes lingered over the partially burnt papers he’d taped up with much persuasion from the other two—“Memories are meant to be seen, not locked up in a box under your bed.” Turns out they were right; it was nice to look at some of the things his father did. And apparently, sketching Thomas as a child on a whim on some graph paper was one of those things. Oh, how Thomas wished he had a complete photo of his father! Luckily, Annie and Clarabel had plenty in their family albums—but it’d be nice to have one hanging on his wall.
Straightening his suit, Thomas breathed a deep sigh and opened the door. He would’ve loved to meet Bertie. “I’ll be home by 11, dad.” He smiled, giving a small wave to his father’s portrait. “Fine, 10:30 it is.”
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Fernanda//Fernando's family tree topham hatt
-Father and mother-
Sir topham hatt (Father)
Lady Hatt (mother)
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-Uncle-
Mr. Percival
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-Sister-
Lady
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-My children-
Thomas, Percy and Luiz
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-My boyfriend, future husband-
Gordon
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-My other uncle, just a family friend-
Mr. Conductor
-And Gordon's sister-in-law and sister and my children's aunt-
Akhela ✨✨ @bluy1206
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“Well, Sprint? Any new medals from the marathon to show off today?”
James’ siblings! his older bro Julius plays for the school soccer team, and his younger sis Josie is in the school swim team (yes, a family of athletes 💪)
ever since Josie discovered makeup she’s been enamored with how pretty it makes her, and her brothers will take her out shopping for more 😊
Julius is very ‘dudebro’ and messes around a lot, but puts his family above all else 💖
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