โsorry enough for me to look anyway?โ ever stubborn, the psychic presses on, although he soon finds himself stumped with what she said next, any other witty thoughts screeching to a halt.
โwoah, woah woah โ woah. lassie, knowing things?? i canโt have that.โ a brief pause as >>
his hand flies over his heart, acting oh-so offended because how dare!!
โand jules, youโre agreeing with him? cโmon, you know better!โ
dropping the first bit for another, the faux-psychic glances to his side, as if someone had been standing in the empty space >>
staring from his well-hidden spot, jaw agape .. did he really just see that??
well, at least he knows where his missing person went.
debating if he should follow to gain more โpsychicโ intel.. or not. this killerโs giving him the creeps.
"awwh, but those are my least favorite kind!" shawn whined, exaggeratedly leaning back - and almost toppling over - in the seat.
"let me help out on something."
truth be told, he sort've needed money -- the tivo was about shut off again. he - and gus - can't miss american duos!
:o!!
"jules!" sliding oh-so-smoothy into one of the chairs opposite hers, already curious as to what case she's looking at.
"what can the spirits, and more importantly me, divine today?"