[color=gray]"Hmm..."[/color] Thomas hummed discontentedly as the visitors exponentially increased.

The first order of business was Hibiki. Thomas was sure that he'd sent Finn to pick up their new printer and specifically not Hibiki, who was perhaps only twice as big as the box itself. Judging by the fact that it [i]wasn't[/i] Finn who picked up the package, he must've gotten into something or become similarly indisposed. There was no telling where he was, though he could usually be trusted to do the job so perhaps he started something that took longer than anticipated. That didn't change the fact that he wasn't here though.

Thomas watched Emma move before he got up from his seat, which he'd hardly even begun warming up.
[color=brown]"Sorry, Hibiki. I was going to get Kurogane to go for the printer, but he was busy with the Judo club."[/color] Thomas said to the small girl. [color=brown]"I sent Finn to get it instead, but..."[/color]
He sighed and shrugged in exasperation before continuing.
[color=brown]"You know how he is."[/color] He finished.

As Thomas walked towards the scene of the crime, he shifted his mind to the second order of business, Maribel Harper, the somewhat eccentric member of the student council. Thomas shot a brief glance at the blue haired enigma, particularly her bruised eye, and wondered just what happened in the past few days. He owed a reasonable amount to her, due to her funding the club and participating every so often, but they weren't particularly close so even if he asked her what happened, she probably wouldn't tell him. And he wasn't entirely sure how she knew about the white guild squad considering he hadn't actually wrote about it, but he just put it down to her resourcefulness.

Thomas decided that he would just watch for now. If Maribel didn't tell him anything then it would be because she didn't want him to know. And in light of her contributions to the Newspaper club, he would let her use her freedom to say what she wanted to whoever she wanted to. If he didn't need to know, then he could just figure it out anyway.

[color=brown]"Well, nevermind."[/color] Thomas said, musing out loud.

Thomas moved on to deal with the other items on the list; Michael Davis, the new printer and the visitor. He approached the red haired boy slowly and made motions to take the box.
[color=brown]"Ah, thank you for the assistance."[/color] Thomas began, picking up the printer. [color=brown]"That was a miscommunication on my end so allow me to apologize for the inconvenience."[/color]
Thomas bowed as best he could with the heavy box before turning to an empty table to deposit the printer.
[color=brown]"Well then."[/color] He said, turning back to address the blue-haired bean pole of a visitor.

Thomas stared at him, for a little while, trying to decide his first impressions of the visitor. Minus points for leaving Hibiki on the floor, though he looked like he could hardly lift a textbook, though he could've at least tried. First impressions: Decidedly negative, but not overly so, and he had come with a request. Business was business, after all.
[color=brown]"You're here for information, you say?"[/color] Thomas asked. [color=brown]"I don't have any reason to deny your request, but I can't tell you anything I don't know. But first..."[/color]

Thomas turned and walked towards the center table where an array of snacks sat, ready to eat. Thomas picked up and opened a packet of biscuits.
[color=brown]"Since we have so many refreshments, why don't you all come in?"[/color] Thomas said. [color=brown]"If you have business elsewhere, though, I wouldn't want to hold you up."[/color]

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