"If we've come to the wrong haunted cathedral again, I'm not eating anything but steak and pork barbecue for a month."All around, the chilled breeze fluttered through the ruins. Silent, serene, save for one voice. A man stood before the cathedral; a lone, short, and portly man, with silver-tan hair and more freckles than was surely legal. A pair of round wire-rimmed glasses rested on his crooked and hooked nose, behind which stared a pair of stormy blue eyes that looked the cathedral's entrance up and down in an unimpressed manner. With naught but a pair of jeans, black shoes, a dark pine green knit cap, and a jacket over his blue flannel, he really wasn't dressed for ghost busting, if the rumours of the ruins being haunted were true.
As he regarded the decrepit cathedral with a slight sneer to his scarred lips, he snorted at the response given-- seemingly-- by no one.
I'm not sure how you mistook the first two for the right place. We've been here before. Several times.He could see the "no one" that had replied clearly in the back of his head: tall, slender, with short dark brown hair and a long slate blue coat that covered most of his crookedly-buttoned shirt and brown trousers. And of course, his arms were crossed now. He could see this man so clearly in his head, given that was exactly where he was.
And this has got to be the stupidest reason for us to come here yet.With a derisive sniff, the shorter (and more corporeal) man made his way into the cathedral.
"What, like ya never did somethin' stupid on a whim, Griff?"And now the man in his head, Griffin, was inspecting the backs of his fingerless gloves.
No, I did not. That was always your area of expertise, pal. Leaning to the side slightly, he shot his host a dry smile, fluttering his eyelashes.
"Oooooooh don't be such a hoity-toity pompous tea cozy," the host retorted with a light growl.
"Last week ya bounced outta me solely to possess a rolling chairs to try and roll it down a flight of stairs. An' on the way down, ya called the chair's owner a cherry-nosed titshitter. Doing stupid shit's your goddamn job."As the two (err, one?) wandered deeper into the ruins, the echo of screams and people's voices interrupted their light argument.
Insult contest later, 'Lijah. I think we got here a bit late.[ Entering area A! ]