*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!
“I
don’t speak spanish.” Graves said as the other kicked his shoes
off. “something about house of Graves? I dunno. I speak Irish.” The
director says.He tossed his coat onto the rack. “Do you want anything? like a g….glass of water?”
Carlos hummed, pulling off his own white cloak – shit, he forgot to transfigure it into a coat while out on the street, didn’t he? Damn – hopefully they didn’t stick out too much because of that. Though with Graves stumbling, they probably already did.
“Water would be great,” he said to Mr Graves. “Cold water. It’ll help me keep awake for a little bit longer… and would probably help our heads feel better later.” Maybe some salty food too – was that supposed to help? He couldn’t remember…
The Perfect Scientist 