Quote:
Death: In the cafeteria, the next day, while spying on someone.
It was only a minute or two after Thackery finished his lunch that he heard someone in the cafeteria laughing.
He wasn't the paranoid or negative type to assume that they were laughing at or about him - no, he just wanted to be laughing too. They seemed to really be enjoying themselves, and smiling so big, and that was kind of nice! He smiled just from seeing their smiles, and almost laughed, because it was true that laughter was a contagious thing...but it just wasn't quite enough.
Now on a mission, Thackery crouched down and began to make his way beyond the chair legs (and people legs--wow, nice shoes--cute socks!) and crawled beneath the tables, staying close to the floor so he could be really, super stealthy. He could definitely be in Death division if he wanted, he thought, because he was just so good at this.
Of course, this wasn't the slightest bit true. Thackery was the sort of person that people either loved or learned to ignore, and many of those currently within the cafeteria were firmly in the category of the latter. They rolled their eyes and stopped mid-conversation every time he bumped into one of them, or any time they heard the space beneath the table mysteriously filled with the 'Mission Impossible' theme.
With just one table remaining between him and some fantastic laughter, he brushed against the leg of someone who had just returned from a particularly difficult mission, which was just enough to make them snap.
Had Thackery survived the encounter, he probably would have offered a hug, or suggested maybe some kind of nice therapy. The good kind, with rainbows and dolphins and lots of friendship!
But he didn't. Not even with a smile on his face.
