Chris had fully intended on having a pleasant, civil conversation. A completely normal conversation, like one would who was just randomly preparing to brew potions in the middle of a weird ass commune they'd been kidnapped post-death. Completely normal. That is until the weirdo in front of him told him he could buy a gun at Walmart. He was quite sure the look on his face was almost comical.
A demon attacking he could have handled. Killer dragonflies swarming? Sure. Buying a gun at Walmart? Nah. "What the hell? Where the fuck do you live that you can buy a gun at Walmart? Ginger, you can buy ginger at Walmart. Cinnamon sticks. Maybe some mason jars if you get there in time. But a gun? No, you can't buy a gun at Walmart." Seriously, he was busy talking about making explosive potions and this person wanted to buy a gun instead? "I think I'll stick to the thing I know how to use. But if you find a rogue gun store that pops up and happens to stock cinnamon sticks and bagel bites, let me know."
Chris was giving Teddy such a look. "Why don't you tell me what I might need here. I'm still getting a feel for this place. Either way, I think I'd like to be prepared."
He paused, sighing and just lowering his gaze to the ground. He hadn't heard that sound very many time, but enough that he knew what it was. That lovely dentists drill sound that was ringing in his ears indicating a new charge. Wow. That was some really good reception. He hadn't thought it worked all the way over in another world. It made him wish he had his iphone with him too. See how many bars he could get. Either way, clearly there was a reason. They were linked. That was what he'd always been taught. Stuff happens for a reason. Whoever this person was, they were clearly connected.
And so, Chris actually relaxed, lost a bit of the edge he'd been holding, and started viewing Teddy in a new light. A charge. Huh. He wasn't sure what was more concerning. The fact that he had a charge or the fact that his charge could buy a gun at a Walmart.
"Uh, I'm Chris." For some reason 'meet your new whitelighter' didn't just roll off the tongue. Go figure. Now did he tell them the truth or just....coincidentally keep arriving in the same place as them? How long could he pull that off before it was considered stalking?
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A demon attacking he could have handled. Killer dragonflies swarming? Sure. Buying a gun at Walmart? Nah. "What the hell? Where the fuck do you live that you can buy a gun at Walmart? Ginger, you can buy ginger at Walmart. Cinnamon sticks. Maybe some mason jars if you get there in time. But a gun? No, you can't buy a gun at Walmart." Seriously, he was busy talking about making explosive potions and this person wanted to buy a gun instead? "I think I'll stick to the thing I know how to use. But if you find a rogue gun store that pops up and happens to stock cinnamon sticks and bagel bites, let me know."
Chris was giving Teddy such a look. "Why don't you tell me what I might need here. I'm still getting a feel for this place. Either way, I think I'd like to be prepared."
He paused, sighing and just lowering his gaze to the ground. He hadn't heard that sound very many time, but enough that he knew what it was. That lovely dentists drill sound that was ringing in his ears indicating a new charge. Wow. That was some really good reception. He hadn't thought it worked all the way over in another world. It made him wish he had his iphone with him too. See how many bars he could get. Either way, clearly there was a reason. They were linked. That was what he'd always been taught. Stuff happens for a reason. Whoever this person was, they were clearly connected.
And so, Chris actually relaxed, lost a bit of the edge he'd been holding, and started viewing Teddy in a new light. A charge. Huh. He wasn't sure what was more concerning. The fact that he had a charge or the fact that his charge could buy a gun at a Walmart.
"Uh, I'm Chris." For some reason 'meet your new whitelighter' didn't just roll off the tongue. Go figure. Now did he tell them the truth or just....coincidentally keep arriving in the same place as them? How long could he pull that off before it was considered stalking?