Snippet #1130786

Spencer noted the mild surprise on Esther's face when she opened the door, but ignored it. Today was insane enough that he probably looked it, too.
"Thank you for inviting me in, I just wanted to return the jacket."
Moving inside, he placed it on the table beside the girl and took a seat. He glanced down at the cup of tea. He didn't like tea- didn't like any hot drinks for that matter- but she had already poured it so...? After a few seconds of internal conflict he added "And thank you for the tea as well.", picking up the cup and taking a large gulp, using the cup and the hand holding it to hide a slight grimace.

Suddenly one of the other girls jumped up, falling from her chair. She looked like she had just been having a nightmare. Nightmare, or demonic vision? If everyone in the room was somehow linked, then surely he wouldn't be the only one with such experiences? He reached down to offer his hand to help her up, and noticed the mark on her neck. "Forgive me for being a bit direct, but how long have you had that mark on your neck?"
He looked down at the backs of his own hands, and noticed for the first time the cross on his right one. "When did that get there?...Oh, right, the Angel. How nice of it to give me another one, to go with the nice Satanic mark I've already got."
Despite his sarcastic and nonchalant tone, the cross actuallly infuriated him. Although he was agnostic, he wasn't a particularly great fan of Christianity- there was just something about it that always seemed to rub him the wrong way. Like stuck-up Angels.

"Esther, do you have any marks like that?" he asked, before remembering that she hadn't been the one to tell him her name, and hastily adding "And don't freak out about how I know your name, I didn't use my...errr...ability. Believe it or not an Angel told me..."
He sat looked around the room, waiting for them to tell him he was crazy and scratched at the back of his hand, the one with the cross.