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pre-playhouse thomas/a1 fic :) Thomas spots him in the reflection of the mirror bar back, a flash of pale blond hair and cheap polyester. The boy’s made an effort, somewhat, hair combed back neat, trousers pressed. But his shoes are too big, and when he turns around Thomas can catch a glimpse of a l

Cursed Thomas/A1/A2 roadtrip fic for SailorSuu! — “You want anything?” “Sour gummy worms,” A1 says, taking off his readers to pinch the bridge of his nose, “Pepsi Twist if they have it.” “That it?” “Mm.” “Get me a—“ Thomas starts, just as A2 pats the roof of the truck once, loudly, and makes his way