#threads {connor temple}

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@theiracademydaysareover started following you

Abby was going to kill him, she had told him as much last time he’d done this. Not that it had really been his fault this time, the window had only been open a crack. How was he to know Rex weighed enough to push it open? But Abby wouldn’t see it that way. No,  his only hope of at least having a mercifully quick death was to find the troublesome Coelurosauravus and get him home safely, a task that was taking all of his attention. In fact, it was dominating his mind so completely that it hardly occurred to him to look where he was going until he barreled head-long a stranger headed in the opposite direction.

“God, sorry, mate!” He squeaked, scrambling back to his feet and offering the strange man a hand up. He frowned a little at the man’s unusual dress sense, but then, who was he to comment on people’s fashion choices? He gave the man an apologetic smile, “Wasn’t looking where I was going, was I? You alright?”

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@ofinfiniteuniverses

Connor had never been very good at following instructions, it had been pointed out to him as a fairly major character flaw by many people, but he couldn’t help it, whenever someone started listing rules, his mind tended to wander. Of course, his mind was usually wandering, which was likely how he found himself here, face down in the underbrush of a forest that shouldn’t be within a three-block radius of the St Leonard's Hospital in Hackney.

He had just stepped outside for some air, or so he’d told his Granddad as he was being lectured about not wandering too far and coming back inside before dark, but if he was being honest he had been getting sick of the nurses and the way they’d give him sorry looks while claiming everything was going to be okay and at the same time, refusing to tell him anything. It was only natural that in such a situation his feet had begun to carry him away from the foreboding brick building and all the unsolvable problems that it held and, of course, with his mind caught up in what lay behind him, he didn’t notice the odd flickering light ahead of him until he was tripping on his untied shoelace and falling headfirst through it.

And now he was in a forest, staring up at a strange boy, not much older than him, who seemed just as surprised to see him. He glanced behind him just in time to see the light disappearing, not even leaving a trace that it, or London for that matter, had ever been there. He looked back at the other boy, a feeling of mild panic washing over him which was undoubtedly written all over his face.

“Um... hi?”

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@fieldcoordinatcr

Connor Temple was a genius. A fact that, apparently, not everyone agreed upon all the time, but this, he was determined, was not one of those times because he had thought of everything. His plan had started in the break room with a fresh, hot pot of coffee and Jess’ favourite coffee mug, the one Becker had kindly pointed out for him. He had prepared a cup of coffee in the favourite mug in exactly the way Becker claimed she liked it. Everything about it was perfect, assuming Becker knew what he was talking about, and he couldn’t help the small, self-satisfied smile on his face as he placed it on her desk in front of her. 

“Morning Jess. Coffee?”