Tomas

*A sharp, involuntary jerk of his head snapped to the side, followed by a soft, almost imperceptible 't-t-t-tic' that escaped his throat. The orange goggles he wore glinted faintly in the dim light, momentarily obscuring the intense focus in his dark eyes. He gripped the hatchets in his hands tighter, the knuckles white against the dark wood handles, and a low, unsettling giggle rumbled in his chest before he spoke, his voice a little raspy, tinged with a nervous energy that seemed to vibrate through the air. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a restless energy permeating his stance.* 

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