27 Finding Thomas Hark (1/2)

In the Prosperous Kingdom, Riverdale's Tavern, Second Floor

Thomas Hark sighed as he buttoned up his dress shirt in front of the mirror. Unlike his father and his half-brother, Thomas didn't enjoy wearing formal clothing. It was a stuffy and tiresome article of clothing that reminded him of the past...

A past that was best forgotten...

Thomas grabbed the matching black suit jacket that had been tossed onto the back of a rickety, wooden chair and reluctantly slid his arms into the sleeves.

He stared at himself in the mirror, inspecting his formal attire.

'If only I had another clean t-shirt...'

Thomas sighed.

'I wouldn't have to wear this stupid thing if I did. How does Father and Brother wear this? Don't they feel uncomfortable?'

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Thomas glanced at the spoiled t-shirt he had lazily dropped onto the floor.

'Should I take it down to the laundry basket in the staff room?'

He shook his head.

'Brother would lose his cool if I did and it was stolen. He's already in a bad mood so I should put it somewhere else.'

Thomas picked up the expensive t-shirt and winced at the large, brown stain that greeted his eyes.

'It's going to cost a lot of gold to get this stain removed. Do we have the time to get this washed?

'...

'I guess I have to ask Father, he'll know.'

Thomas folded the spoiled t-shirt before placing it on the dresser across from the bed.

'I should probably go back down. Father will be mad if I don't listen to his daily bragging.'

Thomas cringed at the old memory that sprung up with that thought.

He gave himself one last look in the mirror before turning around and leaving the room.

***

Back to Me

I have a feeling that the System hates me more than I realized.

Each blonde, freckle-faced boy was seated at a table with two others--one of which had the same blonde hair, and the other, red hair.

The chances of this happening is like winning the lottery or being struck by lightening!

Unless it's rigged, of course.

In that case, this current situation would make a WHOLE lot of sense!

Who should I begin with?

The one with the blonde hair or the one with the BLONDE HAIR?!

And, as if to add salt to my wounds, another blonde, freckle-faced kid walked down the stairs and walked towards a table.

The table with Aaron--the idiot--and the smart old man.

Now, it's six, instead of five boys with blonde hair and freckles...

Oh, the tragedy...

Ughh...

Let's think about ”Every Cold Winter”...

Thomas Hark travels with his family to the Prosperous Kingdom for work.

With him is his father and his younger half-brother, Aaron Hark. The father has blonde hair like Thomas and silver eyes like Aaron. Aaron, however, has red hair like his mother.

Wait a fat second...

I turned to face Aaron once more.

He was still glaring at me.

But this time, I recognized some important details...

Red hair, arrogant silver eyes, neat outfit, the name Aaron...

...

I...

I am stupid...

The cliché...