[ Grey gives him a tiny smile, and shakes his head. Then he gets up, goes to get a calendar, and comes back. It's turned to January. He nods to the remains of the egg, and then taps the square for January 1st.
They're New Year eggs, see?
It was hard to record time, on Snowpiercer. The Tail had no windows, so they could never see where they were. But every year, on the anniversary of the train's beginning, eggs were brought to every carriage. Even to the back, to celebrate another year that the Train had kept the human race alive. Grey doesn't know if their new year was the same as this one, if it was on January 1st. It probably wasn't. But he'll celebrate it in the usual way, all the same. ]
[ he spots the smile as she approaches, and that's encouraging, at least. also, hella purple. damn, gurl. he straightens up some, standing to meet her, and offers a tight smile back - still tense, and uncertain in... pretty much any social situation. ]
I don't know who could live with themselves if they didn't.
dunno how much grey could get out of the talking part. i could translate for him, though? [ so he doens't have to write an essay and then pass it around. thomas and grey more often than not speak telepathically, both for the fact it's fast, and grey doesn't seem to have any kind of care about thomas being inside his head. he's pretty awesome, tbh. ]i think he'd like it, though.
Funny thing - I did. [ and this is what he got. everything is gross. he wiggles the key in the lock, and with a bit of a shoulder bump, it swings open, thomas tossing the key onto the mattress before flopping to sit on the edge. ] No chairs. Sorry.
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