Mimicking my accent. Oh that was mature. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and moved away from the window. I could tell that even if I talked until I was blue in the face, she wasn’t going to listen. Luckily, I also though that she most probably not going to listen to anyone. I wished Mister Giles would hurry up, because him she may listen to. There was just something about the way he sounded, despite his…son. Poor man.
“Whomever lives here may have nothing to do with it,” I tried meekly, trailing after her from a safe distance. I don’t know, but I don’t think that whatever she was smoking has lost it’s effects yet. Far from it if the dilated pupils are anything to go by. Good lord, she’s high, as they say. Very much under the influence still of this drugs. This is not good, I figured, and moved a few steps further way from her, hovering in the doorway of the bedroom she had entered. What on earth did she think to find here?
A trunk, apparently. Was that the same one Mister Giles had pointed out? Where I found these odd clothes in? I tilted my head, blinking at it. Seemed like it, leave it to her to zone in on the weapons. Though, oddly enough I had not noticed those before, or had I? God, all this stress is getting to me, and quite obviously throwing me off track. I had better get a grip on myself before Mister Giles shows up, or I’ll have failed the test. No matter the fact he told me that this wasn’t a test.
I moved closer and peered into the trunk at her exclamation of…Wait a moment. ‘Dope’? I blinked at her puzzled, shrugged and turned back to the… Oh. Oh may, was that a gun? Bending down, I retrieved a gun which looked at though it hadn’t been used in quite a while. It felt good in my hand, almost as though it belonged there, as if they recognized each other. Which wasn’t possible. “Strange,” I muttered more to myself then anyone else. Or Faith, since there wasn’t anyone else.
“Whomever lives here may have nothing to do with it,” I tried meekly, trailing after her from a safe distance. I don’t know, but I don’t think that whatever she was smoking has lost it’s effects yet. Far from it if the dilated pupils are anything to go by. Good lord, she’s high, as they say. Very much under the influence still of this drugs. This is not good, I figured, and moved a few steps further way from her, hovering in the doorway of the bedroom she had entered. What on earth did she think to find here?
A trunk, apparently. Was that the same one Mister Giles had pointed out? Where I found these odd clothes in? I tilted my head, blinking at it. Seemed like it, leave it to her to zone in on the weapons. Though, oddly enough I had not noticed those before, or had I? God, all this stress is getting to me, and quite obviously throwing me off track. I had better get a grip on myself before Mister Giles shows up, or I’ll have failed the test. No matter the fact he told me that this wasn’t a test.
I moved closer and peered into the trunk at her exclamation of…Wait a moment. ‘Dope’? I blinked at her puzzled, shrugged and turned back to the… Oh. Oh may, was that a gun? Bending down, I retrieved a gun which looked at though it hadn’t been used in quite a while. It felt good in my hand, almost as though it belonged there, as if they recognized each other. Which wasn’t possible. “Strange,” I muttered more to myself then anyone else. Or Faith, since there wasn’t anyone else.
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