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Scenes are skipped, this chap is rlly broken up cause of the amount of speaking (it pisses me off)
"Anyone else getting a bad feeling?" (Y/n) whispered to Newt and Frypan. His voice low, weary of the people that followed them to this 'Jorge'.
"Okay, if (Y/n) has a bad feeling, I think we should—" Teresa started, eyes linking with Thomas.
The boy huffed, following the newcomer that welcomed them. "Let's just hear him out. See what he has to say," he suggested. "Plus, (Y/n) is always paranoid about this stuff."
"And always turns out right!" Frypan retorted, moving closer and getting in front of the said boy. (Y/n) patted his bicep, a way of comforting him, while glaring at the men that surrounded them.
The seven followed the girl up at flight of stairs before going to a section of the floor. A man was listening to crackling radio.
"Jorge, they're here."
The girl getting hushed immediately. The radio chattered and static filled the air. (Y/n) flinched at the high frequency, putting a finger in his ear to block it out. Not getting a signal, the man huffed in frustration and switched it off, turning his body to face the new figures.
Thunder caused the massive shed to rumble from the sound. With a stern face, (Y/n) stood in front of Minho and Thomas, giving Jorge a piercing stare.
"Do you ever feel the whole world's against you?" Jorge asked, hands on his hips. His tone was as if he knew these kids and was just striking general conversation.
"Three questions. Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?"
He poured himself a drink and waited for an answer. The storm rumbling around the building. Everyone had their lips sealed.
"Don't answer all at once..."
"We're headed to the mountains. Looking for the Right Arm." The men surrounding the seven rippled with laughter. Thomas's answer seemingly funny. Though from the response, (Y/n) guessed they were a ghost story to these people.
"You're looking for ghosts, you mean."
Booyah.
The butcher felt the edge of his lip twitch up. Somewhat happy that he got it right. The feeling of guessing it went away as quickly as it came.
