Post by Michael Lehrer on Dec 12, 2012 14:15:52 GMT -6
((ooc: I’d quite like to see Michael and Owen begrudgingly working together and going on a killing spree to keep their secrets haha. But, too dramatic I fear so I’ll throw Helena into the mix methinks!))
“ ‘Some of us would hesitate’, hmmmm interesting thought,” Michael sounded thoughtful, then fixing him with a look, “So, given the chance, you wouldn’t uh ‘joyfully romp’ around another’s thoughts? You’ll forgive me if I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Oh, I see, well I should leave you to your poison concocting then,” he agreed dryly but didn’t actually make any move to leave.
Having shook Owen’s hand he tried not to be too offended by the fact that the boy then reached for the hand sanitizer – looking at Owen, and knowing what he was like, he wasn’t surprised he was uptight about cleanliness and germs. “Hear? No… there’s nothing…” he paused and held a long, thin finger up to his lips to indicate Owen should be quiet as he got to his feet and then in one smooth movement, crossed the office and opened the door to find Helena Armitage on the other side, straightening up and pretending like she hadn’t just been eavesdropping. Her wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look said otherwise though. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you eavesdropping was rude, Helena?” he asked, appearing quite unperturbed by the fact she’d probably heard every word of their rather sensitive conversation, as he then made a sweeping motion with his hand for her to enter Owen’s office, “Come on in then, we can have a little chat about what you’ve overheard,” Michael said perfectly innocently but there was something in his tone that suggested it wouldn’t be altogether pleasant and jolly.
“ ‘Some of us would hesitate’, hmmmm interesting thought,” Michael sounded thoughtful, then fixing him with a look, “So, given the chance, you wouldn’t uh ‘joyfully romp’ around another’s thoughts? You’ll forgive me if I find that hard to believe,” he chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Oh, I see, well I should leave you to your poison concocting then,” he agreed dryly but didn’t actually make any move to leave.
Having shook Owen’s hand he tried not to be too offended by the fact that the boy then reached for the hand sanitizer – looking at Owen, and knowing what he was like, he wasn’t surprised he was uptight about cleanliness and germs. “Hear? No… there’s nothing…” he paused and held a long, thin finger up to his lips to indicate Owen should be quiet as he got to his feet and then in one smooth movement, crossed the office and opened the door to find Helena Armitage on the other side, straightening up and pretending like she hadn’t just been eavesdropping. Her wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights look said otherwise though. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you eavesdropping was rude, Helena?” he asked, appearing quite unperturbed by the fact she’d probably heard every word of their rather sensitive conversation, as he then made a sweeping motion with his hand for her to enter Owen’s office, “Come on in then, we can have a little chat about what you’ve overheard,” Michael said perfectly innocently but there was something in his tone that suggested it wouldn’t be altogether pleasant and jolly.
