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Once they were back in the car, Firefly spoke to his charge again, clearly not in the best of moods. "Who the hell do you think you are?" He was pissed about that stupid little illusion that he'd been maintaining ever since they'd left. He felt it was childish, and also a dangerous step in the wrong direction. Using ones powers frivolously once one step closer to using them for evil deeds. In truth, the two uses could rarely be related, but Firefly was not one to take these things lightly. He didn't tolerate people like Mist, as of course he had made known very early in their relationship.
Despite this cursory angry comment, Mike soon pulled out into the road, directing the car home without a word. He put on the radio for the first time in months, having decided that the terrible music coming from it was far preferable to the horrid sound of Mist breathing. When one is so used to living alone, it often becomes hard to adjust to the little noises of other people living, and that was the case for Mike. Unfortunately for him, once they reached his home again, there was nowhere to hide, and so he just hightailed it out of the car as quickly as possible. He spoke quickly to Mist though, "No illusions. If I catch even a sniff of one, you get the blindfold." It seemed fair to him.
Despite this cursory angry comment, Mike soon pulled out into the road, directing the car home without a word. He put on the radio for the first time in months, having decided that the terrible music coming from it was far preferable to the horrid sound of Mist breathing. When one is so used to living alone, it often becomes hard to adjust to the little noises of other people living, and that was the case for Mike. Unfortunately for him, once they reached his home again, there was nowhere to hide, and so he just hightailed it out of the car as quickly as possible. He spoke quickly to Mist though, "No illusions. If I catch even a sniff of one, you get the blindfold." It seemed fair to him.