Owen did not seem to think what he was saying was anything that strange. He had not even started to discuss his views on zombies and how to raise them. He did not see any of this as anything but normal. Sure his best friend was a ghost and hid dates usually ended with someone getting covered in goo. This was going better than most times. All he had to do was keep the dead away and he might convince Abel that he was a normal guy. That did not seem likely looking at his track record.

"[color=00aeef]Oh my place... Well uhh... It's just a normal apartment. You know... A room and some clothes. I usually am not in my place all that often. My family made a... laboratory under Central Park. That is where I usually spend all my time working on my projects.
 I don't think I have been to my apartment in a few days. I keep clothes and stuff in my lab. So what's your favorite food? So I can make it for you some time?[/color]" Owen asked hoping that he would not ask about the lab. It was a bit of a mood killer when Owen started talking about the rows of technically stolen body parts sewn together he had there. He couldn't bring himself to lie. Not to Abel and he didn't really know why he felt like that.





 [@BlackPanther]