 Farmer Carter | | Ama's Secret
"There is probably a great number of people who are perfectly ideal for the job of running our country, but ironically, the way things work when it comes to politics, those people will NEVER get the chance of doing so," Sylvester sighed, clearly unconvinced by the logic of his own race.
Sylvester had to give it to the woman. She had chops! He imagined most would shy away from the place, especially if they had previously been given the opportunity to escape, considering everything that went down there. His eyebrows raised slightly at the mention of ghosts, "The more you talk of this Annie, the more I believe you to have gone mad. I say this as your friend, truly," his grin breaking free, presenting itself to the redhead. Nothing was able to defeat his Annie, not even a couple of ghosts. Hmph.
He couldn't help but smile as the woman took in his offer. He loved seeing her face light up like that, although the privilege was usually reserved for a new prada handbag or some louis vuittons. He frowned slightly at the mention of payment, though, "It won't cost you anything. You are my friend, Annie AND it is going unused. We used to use it as a holiday home in the winter since the constant snow gave off a more Christmasy vibe, but it has been years since we've taken advantage of that fact. Plus, if you are going to be assisting me in future news, then we could class that as payment enough." It wasn't like Sylvester was strapped for cash anyway. Well, he definitely wouldn't be after he and Mr. Bott had a few words. Although, what on Earth was he doing helping Annie to remain as close to Ethan as possible? He was definitely getting far too soft. Just like he used to be. Eugh.
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When I look into the
MIRROR OF ERISED
all that I see is
YOU
*wink*
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