Author's Note: Another drabble, this one about Hamilton! Yay, Hamilton! :D
He grinned at the screen, at his success. And… hacked, he thought with a nod. His friend Trav would freak when he saw his CliqueMe.
Computers were best left to those weak-bodied Ekats, his dad would say. But to Hamilton, the language of ones and zeroes came just as easily as football.
He liked it the way Reagan liked her ballet classes. The way Madison liked… Mooses? Meese? Moose?… Whatever the plural of "moose" was.
The way his dad liked his kids to act the way they were supposed to, like true Tomas. But he was slowly getting over that.
Author's Note: So clearly, this one takes place after the hunt. And by the way, Trav is just some guy I made up who's apparently friends with the Hammer. (I also used Trav in my other fic, "Tutoring a Holt," but whatever. He's not that important a character in there, either- he's just mentioned. XD)
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~Lily