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#2016-06-16 01:58:17, as written by sixlilies

Tom raises an eyebrow as Leon blasts into the scene. He raises his arm as it is grabbed, expectedly, by the not-cheap sleeve of his suit jacket. Uttering a cough, he frowns, pushing down on Leon's head very mildly and ruffling his hair in the process. He stands fixed to the soil beneath his shoes as the smaller, younger man swings around his arm harmlessly, keeping himself immobile. Rather like a large, serious boulder.

If he's a boulder, Leon's the squirrel.

Tom sighs, glancing down at the excitable kid. "Alright, alright. Had enough? They gave you what you wanted. Now you know who they are. Can you please stop, you're going to stretch my sleeve..." His quiet irritability was broken by Duncan's voice, whom he complies to softly, patting Leon on the back before sliding away from him (or attempting to. Either that, or he drags him with him.)

"Yeah," He says agreeably, straightening and walking next to him in the direction of the materials he's needed to transport. "Just show me what you'd like me to carry and I'll do it."

On a similar train of thought, Tom has considered the fact that their adventures may or may not air on national TV. He's never really liked that sort of attention; but, then again, he's routinely in the shadows on that kind of thing at red carpet events or parties that the media has a big part in broadcasting. But not...like this. Something about knowing what it's like to be followed around by paparazzi through guarding the stars themselves is even more of a reminder about what his future may hold in the next couple months.

Tom follows Duncan's gaze, and he scans the sectioned-off clearing curiously. It reminds him of the space outside of the old apartment complex that him and his siblings resided in whilst he was only a child. His mother used to grow herbs in it for the days she could come home and cook. They used it to play all sorts of games...Kind of the only grassy patch of land around, so it was nice to get at least a little nature in a big suburban heap of concrete.

Tom, concentrating on lifting up some heavy tripods and throwing them over his shoulder, puts the memory on hold as he hears the man gasp and glance down at something. He's no psychic, but he notices Duncan go a little pale. He raises an eyebrow and steps over to where he stands, peering down at...An exposed human skull. The bridge of his nose wrinkles and he presses his wrist to his mouth briefly.

"Guess the rumors were true," He remarks quietly. "Either that, or this place is some kind of old cemetery with a farmhouse build smack dab in the middle...Highly doubt it. Think we should mark this or something to keep tabs on evidence?" He runs a hand through his hair. "And yeah, they can wait...Hey, the land's gotta give us a clue somehow."

Snippet #2679143

located in Ekland Farm, a part of The Spirit Detectives, one of the many universes on RPG.

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