[ for as quiet as they all are, none of them are completely silent, and while thomas is focused on the bag he's bringing down, he's not so hyper-focused on it that he doesn't hear majima stepping into the train, though he doesn't know it's majima specifically. he does pause for half a second to listen, experiencing a split-second of doubt that maybe it isn't majima or newt behind him, but something else, but if that were the case, he figures he'd probably be dead right now.
his suspicions are cleared when he catches majima's form in his peripheral.
it's as he starts to move again with the intention of setting the bag own on the floor that he hears the quiet but sharp rustle of clothes in junction with majima's sudden movement. the tap on his shoulder is enough to make him pause again, and he turns his head to look at majima, flashlight still held carefully in his teeth (sorry for the light in your face, man), and his brows wrinkled curiously. he tilts his head down slightly, shining the light at majima's palm, at the little white object in his hand.
it's a bone. thomas knows that much.
slowly, he looks up at majima again, his head turned slightly this time so he doesn't shine his light directly in his face this time. with his hands full, he can't really say or text anything, so despite majima's warning, thomas very carefully continues to lower the bag, setting it down across the seats below the luggage rack as quietly and as gingerly as possible, mindful of the opening at the one end of the bag.
as soon as his hands are free, he takes his flashlight out of his mouth and the sand bag from between his knees, resting it up on his shoulder again before immediately sliding his phone out of his pocket. he shoots newt a message, then shines his flashlight at the windows, shaking his hand back and forth to get his attention. ]
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his suspicions are cleared when he catches majima's form in his peripheral.
it's as he starts to move again with the intention of setting the bag own on the floor that he hears the quiet but sharp rustle of clothes in junction with majima's sudden movement. the tap on his shoulder is enough to make him pause again, and he turns his head to look at majima, flashlight still held carefully in his teeth (sorry for the light in your face, man), and his brows wrinkled curiously. he tilts his head down slightly, shining the light at majima's palm, at the little white object in his hand.
it's a bone. thomas knows that much.
slowly, he looks up at majima again, his head turned slightly this time so he doesn't shine his light directly in his face this time. with his hands full, he can't really say or text anything, so despite majima's warning, thomas very carefully continues to lower the bag, setting it down across the seats below the luggage rack as quietly and as gingerly as possible, mindful of the opening at the one end of the bag.
as soon as his hands are free, he takes his flashlight out of his mouth and the sand bag from between his knees, resting it up on his shoulder again before immediately sliding his phone out of his pocket. he shoots newt a message, then shines his flashlight at the windows, shaking his hand back and forth to get his attention. ]
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