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Oh poor Hugh. Now that he mentioned how much it bothered him, Allister wasn't keen on letting it go. He might keep it in the back of his mind, in case the teen bothered him again. Or... Maybe he shouldn't. His tendency to keep a record on everything stupid someone did, just in case, was a nasty lil habit that he should probably break.
"Hmm? Oh. Ye. J-just me," He responded with a little nod. *"Don't* Ask about my parents." He added, with a tone much harsher and sharper than anything seen from the soft spoken boy up until then.

"'M not a Sigford, if tha's what your wonderin'. Arceus knows I can' stand them," Allister said, a bit out of nowhere. Meanwhile, the room around the fireplace had gotten even colder, and he took a seat next to the flames holding out his hands to warm them. In the other hand, he'd reached under his coat, placing a tiny hand on his silver knife, just in case. Though he much rather befriend whatever was watching them. Oh yeah, speaking of which-

"Good goal, b-but strength is useless if you don' have somethin' to overcome... Hey, d-do you get the feeling we're being watched?" He looked up at Hugh, still hiding the knife since he was aware, yeah he's still the most suspicious being in the room right now...
In the background a case fell over, making a terribly loud sound, which startled everyone.
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Hugh visibly shuddered from the tone of the other but he doesn't further ask. "Uh... Okay." It felt awkward after that so Hugh stayed put. The fire in the fireplace shifted as the logs continue to burn. Even with its heat, the air around them seem cold still. "Didn't know the weather outside is so cool that it's effecting the inside of the mansion." He rubs his arms to keep warm. Gritting his teeth, his eyes flick over to this weird kid. "Are their heating systems down or something?" Funny thing is that before he walked into the living room, the halls were a decent temperature. 

"You too?" Hugh scoffs along lightheartedly. "I'm taking this vacation but if we're all suddenly herd into a big room as some kind of test, I'm not going to be the idiot to risk myself. All of this seems too good to be true." Hugh doesn't dislike vacation, but he preferred it with his family. They weren't invited though. Only the strongest of trainers apparently. That came to the spiky hair wanting to ask Allister something. Anyone would be curious. It's formalities at this point to ask someone what position they hold. For all the Unovan knows, this kid could be the champion of some region.

There's plenty Hugh still needs to overcome. He'll definitely use that strength for good but he's not going to tell his life story to someone he just met so he solemnly nods in agreement. He pauses when he heard Allister asking him an eery question. "Um, no?" He actually didn't. But the moment the words left his lips, he sure as hell felt a *Presence* In there. He assumed someone was going to enter the room—sixth sense and all that. Yet, no one stepped in. That's when the case fell over and Hugh popped up from his crouched position. "What—what the hell?" He went over to observe it, digging through his mind for logical reasons on how it fell. But the base was obviously stable. *"Is this some kind of prank?"* He glances over his shoulder at the only other person in the room. He's denying other possibilities, even though he had some inkling about it earlier.
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As much as Allister would have loved for this to be an elaborate prank, it wasn't one. At least not one that he had any control over. The chill in the air made him shiver, as if it was unnaturally cold, like some malevolent force had made its way into the room with them. Or perhaps it was less of a danger, and more a nuisance that sought to scare both of them for the fun of it. Regardless, the vase breaking made him go pale, if that was even possible for the already doll-like child. "... Um, scuse me?" Allister asked. He stood, making it more obvious how shakey he was. His skinny legs and tiny hands trembling as he glanced around the room.
"C-could you show yourself? I's not nice t' bother people l-like this." But alas, no reply. Not even another broken vase or two.
"Mmm, d-definitely a spirit..." He mumbled under his breath. But for some reason, he couldn't hear the voice. "... Hullo?" He tried one last time, but again, the same.
"Odd... I can't h-hear anyone..." Oh no, did he say that out loud? He did, didn't he. "I m-mean um..." He looked up at Hugh, hoping the older kid didn't hear what he'd just said. It was already odd enough that he was sitting around, alone, with a knife no less.
"... You th-think the home owner is messing with us? I wouldn' be s-surprised..." Even though he *Would* Be. Allister was *Convinced* That this room was haunted. And good luck changing his mind.