Open post of sulk

[notallworthy]

Tom was sitting under his tree again. It technically wasn't his tree, and in fact it seemed to have been claimed by quite a few people, but Tom wasn't the sort to break a habit just because of something silly like ownership. Therefore, he was slumped under the tree as miserably as he could possibly slump. He may have even been sniffling a bit

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[hunt_theheart]

*it's been a while since Tom and Curio have talked, so have a courtier type--grinning when first he approaches Tom's tree, although his expression grows more somber as he gets closer* The clouds descend upon thy troubled brow, and wet thine eyes, my friend--what grieveth thee?

[notallworthy]

"What?" He tries to unobtrusively wipe at his eyes.

[hunt_theheart]

*kneels beside him* Thou art fair wracked with sadnesses, dear Tom. What grieves thee, that we might amend the ill?

[notallworthy]

He looks like he's about to say something then shakes his head. "I'd be lying if I said everything was fine and you'd know it, wouldn't you?"

[youngandhealthy]

"Squire?" Molly is returning from Zara's house, wearing her new green velvet gown, but her glee at the prettiness is forgotten at seeing Tom this low and she comes over. "What ails you? Are you hurt?"

[notallworthy]

"Nothing. I'm fine." He tries to smile a little. "See?"

[youngandhealthy]

She smooths his cheek a bit. "Something is sorely vexing you, Squire. May I do anything for ye?"

[notallworthy]

"No. I don't think so."