Saturday March 23, 2016

Richard arched an eyebrow at Hal, ignoring Sophia beside him on the bed. "Shooting fire out of their butts?" He shook his head and did his best not to laugh but it was a close call. 

"I've already called a few people. We're just waiting for them to get here and see what we can figure out. I've been randomly floating, what about you?" he asked, looking Hal up and down for signs of anything unusual. At a glance he looked unchanged, but then again Richard himself hadn't changed on a visible level, and neither had Sophia, who had yet to show any sort of unusual traits. He wondered what was going to happen when she did. 

When. 

It had already progressed in his mind to the point where it wasn't a matter of if anymore, it was a 'when'. A given that something was going to happen.