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"I don't think I'm going as anything this year. I don't have any ideas."
"You got it," he said, placing the vial in a pocket.
She frowned. "I see."
He chuckled. "I'd believe it."
He nodded. "That's what I was thinking as well."
"And what's this new thing have to do with that?"
"Sounds spooky," he said. "I bet you're fun on Halloween."
"That's the one."
She sat back, crossing her legs. "I expect you to tell us."
He rolled his eyes. "Alright, sure."
He shook his head. "Miss Abernathy gave me a vial to stop bleeding for a bit, if we need that."
She raised an eyebrow, before lowering her voice so only he could hear. "Oh yeah? You should be, because if you don't start talking in the next...
"Demons only get burned by Holy Water. And you don't even leave behind sulphur."
Francis frowned, feeling that this was unnecessary. Nonetheless, he ran his hand through his hair and spoke. "I'm Francis Craw. I don't have any...
She shrugged. "Read it in some book. The bible, maybe. I don't remember. That's beside the point."
"Silly," he joked. "You're mortal."
He nodded, finally grabbing his things to leave.
"Because sometimes silence speaks."
"You only get hurt if you're bad," he teased. "Hm?"
He mixed with the group, checking to make sure he had everything he needed.
