Snippet #2437331

A cheeky grin crossed his face - how odd then that it would, considering the fact that his mood was dropping and it was fully beyond his control. Maybe there was something about this place that had some sort of restorative aura about it - something to help sort the crazies like him out. He still wanted those sleeping pills though, they weren't even foremost on his mind but one look at his hands started the thought train all over again.

Heh, trains. Now that was an idea. 'Note to self; how bad would it be to fall asleep near a train? On a scale of one to ten. Seven.'

Her breath was coming out in puffs and it bemused him slightly; the fire hadn't gone out too long ago and as far as he was aware, the room was meant to keep the heat.. at least, that's how he'd hoped these fancy-smancy owners had the house built. Alice gripped onto him and he snapped out of his reverie, his body stiffening.

Oh. It was Alice.

Jordyn looked down at her and took in a breath, "My, my.. the friendly ghost can't bear to keep her hands off me."

He smirked and, at that moment, the kiddies came in. And again! The topic of conversation was food. That had to be at least seven people who were all interested in the same thing. Jordyn looked up at the clock on the wall, the hands read seven and fifty minutes (7:50P.M.). Meant that chow-time was almost up.
Jordyn raised a finger, pointing to the clock and without waiting for them to turn, "You've got ten minutes."