Continued from Casual Insanity.
Vassagon Truce
Truce stood on the street in front of his sanctum. The way home had been...interesting, to say the least. He was accustomed to getting wherever he was needed alone. Alone in a crowd, that is. But he had company this time. Truce had used public transportation, which had turned out to be the smart move, even though the time of day warranted a risk of running into nut-cases and other idiots, believing the streets and busses belonged to them.
Traveling with two ghosts, one of which delighted in messing with people, had ensured that the trip was...entertaining. Charlene had scared two skate-boarders away from Truce, because they believed he sat in their regular spot. Truce had just sat there and enjoyed the show, as Charlene demonstrated to them, that manners were important and as long as you did not display any, your regular place would, in fact, be outside of the bus and scared shitless.
Thomas had only displayed a meagre interest in the world behind the windows. He had not said anything for the whole trip. Charlene had resided around the drivers cabin, peering outside and taking up the landscape. Thankfully, she had restraint herself from messing with the driver.
But now, they were back home. And someone else waited for them to return. Truce wasn't sure, how Chelsea would take to the company.