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[color=silver]Thomas was somewhere else. Physically he'd been among the others, both on the field and now here in the lobby sending off the trainers of the larger crowds. But while he wore his usual smile and bright eyes and while he shared in the excitement and awe of every hand that passed through his, his mind was stuck on the two whose absence weighed curiously on everyone's mind. The chairman's weary dismissal did little to dissuade his worry.

Not only was Victoria not one to miss out on the festivities that were the season's open, Elijah was never the type to be late. The man had more structure to his life than a well built [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNgFA4Vhj8w]gift shop[/url] and if anything, it was Elijah who remained [i]Thomas's[/i] gut check. As the smarter of the two and the one with much better habits than his own, Elijah often made sure Thomas wouldn't arrive late to important functions, even those he had no part in, or checked in to make sure Thomas wasn't trapped under his own clumsy mistakes. The sentiment extended also to Moira.

He glanced over to the Dragon type leader who was busy with her own dwindling crowd of admirers. The plate armor she often donned during her outings [i]as[/i] her gym persona, who's attitude often mirrored her own, was a constant draw to enthralled children and the like. They'd timidly reach out and place their hands on it, gawking in amusement at the reflections they found in the polished steel and making faces back at themselves. The adults would awkwardly apologize while fetching their children away and the last few trainers would follow soon after, pushing past each other with trainer cards in hand looking for a signature. She seemed strong in it; Safe, and sometimes looking at her made him forget that they were [i]all[/i] wearing masks for these people and it was a hard thing to know what they were really feeling. He had to wonder if she was as worried about Elijah and Victoria as he was... or if exhaustion from a long day and soon to be longer night was influencing his concern.

When the excitement finally died to a hum, and the other leaders had gathered to discuss dinner plans, Thomas pulled away and found Moira, inconspicuously drawing her attention.

[color=bca346]"Hey. Did... did Elijah say anything to you about not showing up today?"[/color]

[color=crimson]"Uh...No? No, he didn't tell me if he was busy or not. You?"[/color]

Thomas shook his head. [color=bca346]"No... and that's what worries me. It's not like him to not show up and even less like him to 'no-show' and not say anything about it"[/color] As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and swiped to his messages. Past the first few contacts was Elijah with messages still unread. He opened the conversation and the last three texts he sent stared back at him:
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He felt a thread poke him in the back of his neck and reached up to adjust his collar. Already not entirely comfortable in his jersey, the gradually worsening anxiety was only making it harder to ignore and more than anything now he wanted out of it. With no comfort to be found in his phone, no answers from Moira and a jersey stifling his air, he decided that a change would do him some good.

[color=bca346]"I'm getting out of this.."[/color] Thomas told Moira, putting his phone away and turning to her again. [color=bca346]"It's getting itchy. Uh... text me when they've decided where we're going."[/color] He started toward the lockers as he continued. [color=bca346]"Oh! And you looked great today. Good job!"[/color] A nod at her armor and a warm smile was his final farewell, for now, before turning to enter the locker room. However, before he moved inside, embarrassment tugged at his memory and he found himself quickly turned around and headed in the opposite direction toward 'Lost and Found'.
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