"Who would like to demonstrate next?" The housekeeper asked.
@Remipa Awesome @Slypheed
"Woah, woah, no need for violence here. I'm not sure what set you nice folks off, but it doesn't have to go this far." the man in the front said, holding a hand out in front of the spiked-hair kid who had been growing in massive size and muscle. The kid stopped, and shrunk back down to his normal size, folding his arms and stepping back. "What we know is our own business. What you know is yours." the woman said, turning to the kid, grabbing him on the ear and yanking him back. "Nice job showing off your powers you nitwit." she whispered into his ear as she turned them away from the others.
"For us being back here... we didn't see anyone up front. We didn't want to be disruptive, so we came looking around for anyone else before trying the front door again. I'd ask you two why you're here... but we know you work here. But, if you two so wish a warrant, so be it. We can get one." the man said, turning on his heel to join his friends and walk them back too their car.
"That went well." the kid replied. "No matter. We'll get in." the man said. "With the warrant." the woman agreed with the man. "I don't get it. Why didn't we just pound the kid with the overheated stick, and knock out the girl?" the kid asked. "We're not violent. We're only here for the girl." the woman said. "Not anymore, the plan's changed. Violence is an option with these many specials." the man said.
@IrishAngelQueen
"Are you Irish?" Finch suddenly asked, his scrawny arms crossed over his chest. While his wings sat behind him like the feathery sails they were. Finch was curious to where she had come from. He guessed Ireland, due to her accent, and Irish looks. While for Finch, he had been born in America. But his father was From Italy. And his father from Norway. They met one day when his mother had literally crash landed into his father. They loved him. But in a car crash he had been given to his uncle because of his parents deaths. To him, heritage was important. It described who you are.
Suzie's brown curls bounced around as she clung into the PONYS back. She was very gentle to not pull at her mane. Giggles came from her mouth in little pulses, bouncing with her. Her smile was bright, filled with her toothless smile.
I clicked quote instead of edit X3oops.