Welcome to Gaia! ::

Thom had finally found the time in the his 'busy' schedule to drop by and check on the frog man. With a few more people on his side and plans beginning to be formed, Newt's promised weapons would be nothing but helpful. It had taken some searching--he couldn't exactly remember where Newt had decided to live--, but eventually he came across the craft-scattered little pond.

Ducking to avoid mobiles and making sure to check for the strings of tin cans he remembered Newt to have strung up, he slipped through the foliage towards the lake, making a point to avoid appearing too close to the frog. The last time he had seen Newt, the frog had been too scared to even speak to him. "Oi Newt, where are you?"

Exactly as he had expected, Newt had run, and Thom was very thankful that he hadn't been near enough to be splashed by the foul-looking water. He remained a safe distance away until Newt resurfaced, just in case the frog opted to splash water towards him for the hell of it, then slowly worked his way towards the water's edge. "Came t' see if you've come up with anythin' yet. You've 'ad enough time."

And here was another reason why Thom had waited so long to seek Newt out again. If that stutter continued for much longer, he was going to smother the frog and find someone else to help him out. He waited until Newt had managed most of a sentance, grew tired of waiting, and interrupted. "It's safe enough. At any rate, the alternative for you at this point would be much worse." He scowled and glanced around the little clearing, lip curling at the odd assortment of projects. "'Ave you made anything worthwhile or not?"

Thom could understand that. He wasn't faulting Newt, persay. He knew he could never come up with half the things in this clearing, much less what he -hoped- Newt had hidden away. It was just incrediably easy to get irritated with the frog. "I 'aven't seen 'er in a while," he replied shortly, following around the edge of the pond. "I can't go too close to th' village, an' Natsumi never comes out of that duplex."

"They're overrated," he replied dryly. He didn't really miss his duplex at all, especially now that he was so far into his changes. He missed Natsumi, and he would have liked being able to go see her, but he didn't miss staying in the duplex. Nor, for that matter, did he miss clothes; nowadays they were more of a hindrance than anything, and, with the changes, there wasn't much to see. "How far away did you hide them?"

He followed almost lazily, keeping a good distance between himself and Newt, and likewise scanning the trees for cameras. He wasn't particularly worried about being seen. This was far enough into the jungle that it would take the guards a good while to get to them, and Thom didn't expect this meeting to last very long. Newt would give him the weapons, and he would be on his way. At this point, he didn't much care what happened to Newt after that, though, depending on what the frog man had made, that might change.

Thom had a bit more difficulty navigating the rock-strewn ground, but managed well enough, following behind in a zigzag pattern to find the easiest path. However, he stopped short at the little mud-covered cave, eyeing the opening warily before peeking in and calling after the frog. "Could you just bring them out 'ere?"