Practice Chat

Abraham

Of course she only saw him fall, obviously by her tone she didn't believe me. As a ghost you can choose if you wish to have them see an item you're holding, and unfortunately a wooden plank can do a bit more damage.

I start of back to the path, quite familiar to the way back to Will's house.

Chelsea

I stuff my hands into my pockets, following a distance away trying to get the headache under wraps.  God, this fucking sucked...  "Won't he like...mind rape you and figure out you're not Will?"

Abraham

"If you're talking about my brother, no. I do not expect to be there very long, besides he hardly knows his own sons. I doubt he will be in the house when we get back."

Chelsea
"You underestimate Damian's ability to chit chat about war strategies and torture techniques," I state dryly, giving an eye roll.

Abraham

"Who's Damain?" I ask, turning to look at her. A look of confunsion on my face as I do.

Chelsea

Words could not even begin to describe how this was a conversation I did not want to have.  "You've got full access to his mind, don't you?" I snap irritably, looking away.  Stop this stupid feeling.  Justgetoutofhimasquicklyaspossibleyouperv.  

...Fuck.  This had to get moderately funny in my own special humor?  You're goddamn crazy, Chelse.  Stop.  No smirk.  Go away.

Abraham

"I'm not going to go through his memories to figure out who someone is, he has a right to privacy." I say flatly, my eyes narrowing at her a bit.

Chelsea
And I only meet his look with a suppressed smirk - holy shit get a life, girl.  Can this be another viable reason I didn't want to be forced to babysit here?

"A friend's younger brother.  They've been training together," I answer bluntly.

Abraham

"Oh, I did hear about the training....he never mentioned who it was with. He told Demetrius a while back," I say thoughtfully.

Chelsea

"Great," I say bluntly, running a hand through my hair. Get moving.

Abraham

Finally, we get to the house. I go over to the back door and open it for her, "Ladies first."

Chelsea

So now manners matter... I give him a look, stepping in and blatantly avoiding the kitchen to go upstairs.

Abraham

I could be a gentleman, no need for her to be rude. I shut the door and follow her, trying to avoid the kitchen to head upstairs as well.