<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Great. Their pleasant conversation took a bit of a nose dive. Tolek was eating his own words. He was well aware that that Kassie and Willheim weren't malicious or cruel-hearted spirits, but his English wasn't perfect, and he had to correct himself before things would take a turn for the worse. He understood why Trevan was worried -- he'd been through various experiences before that he had to protect himself and the safety of his upcoming venture and teammates. The Polak seemed to muddle out Trevan's slick southern drawled voice. A few moments later, Tolek shifted in his chair, leaning forward with a slight slouch. His long arm extended out, fingers splaying from his hand to stop the other from getting overly concerned.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Hey. Sorry. Let me back things up a bit,"</span> he said in a slowed, weighty tone.  If only he could press the rewind button. Tolek's selective attention caught Trevan passing him a business card, which in turn, made him straighten his posture sharply; his eyes flashed with discomfort as if he were being prescribed to get 'help.' It was in Trevan's best interest, however, to help out his new friend, but Tolek took to a defensive position.  <br/>
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Then, within their immediate area, the temperature dropped about ten degrees. If Trevan were to observe closely at Tolek's body language, there would be something a bit off. It appeared that Kassie made the executive decision to jump into Tolek's body. His lips curled into a delicate smile as he took the business card from Treven's hand, daintily flicking one of the corners of the card stock. His timbre elevated in tone, effeminate as he spoke to the curly-haired psychic.   <br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"That's really kind of you, Trevan, was it?"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"> He chuckled lightly as Tolek's pale blues looked into his charming green ones. <br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"Now, I don't know why Tolek really needs to get rid of us. After all, we helped him out, and we've known him longer than you."</span> </span><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Kassie moved Tolek's neck sideways to crack it before she continued. The mischievous spirit didn't have much time since Tolek was eagerly trying to take back control of his body.<br/>
</span><br/><span style="font-family:Amaranth"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">"This is just a warning, country boy. Don't drive us out. Not yet...at least. You'll need to keep us around for a while longer. Tolek will need to open up to you and tell you about the true monster that dwells back at that old house. Bye!" </span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><br/>
Before she poofed out completely, she thought she'd do Tolek a favor by sneaking in a quick peck on the psychic's cheek. The Polak's lips were cold once they pressed into his baby soft face. She closed Tolek's eyes and reveled in the sensation. <br/>
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Tolek's eyes suddenly fluttered open and retracted swiftly back into his chair. His eyes were downcast, muttering some Polish swear words underneath his breath. His blood pressure was starting to rise again. He wanted to verbally abuse himself. He was about to let this awesome opportunity slip away from him. He was having a great time with Trevan, but no! There was always something popping up in his life. It was...complicated. On the one hand, Trevan was right, at some point both Kassie and Willheim had to move on to the other side, but on the other hand, his bound friendship over the years couldn't cease to exist. He needed more time mentally to say his goodbyes. But he would worry about that ordeal once he'd cross that bridge. Right now, he had to own up to his mistake, twice over. <br/>
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His appetite nearly left him as he refused to look Trevan in the eye. This was no way of establishing a potential friendship if he refused to open up to him. Hopefully, Trevan would give him another shot. At least Tolek wasn't lying. There were spirits that did follow him, but he didn't expect Kassie to bravely show up on the spot. He had to get a tighter leash on that one.  <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Trevan. I'm...sorry. Allow me to pay for your dinner. That was...fucking embarrassing."</span> His forefinger and thumb pinched at the bridge of his nose, taking a few breaths before he shamelessly gazed toward Trevan. <br/>
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"I'm always such a downer. I honestly didn't mean for that to happen, but now that you've met Kassie, how would you rate her on the malicious scale? Or rather, on the annoying scale?" </span><br/>
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While he inquired, he waved over to Gail and requested an ice water to cool himself down, both literally and figuratively. <br/>
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<i>Pieprz mnie*, </i>he played in his head over and over again, like a running record.</span><br/><i><br/>
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