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trigger warnings: swearing, minor violence, graphic description
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CAM'S POINT OF VIEW
CAM had his head resting on his forearms, eyes watching the skull carefully. It hadn't made any movement after last nights activity: he thought that if he could get it to speak to him again, then maybe the group could get the edge on Kipps' group.
He rubbed one of his eyes before resting his head on his arm again, huffing quietly to himself. He'd been up for at least two hours just for his attempt to get the visitor to backfire in his face. That meant he'd wasted at least two hours where he could've been asleep instead. He wasn't a morning person.
Cam looked up with his eyes as he heard the kitchen door close quietly; Lockwood walked in.
"You're up early," the boy commented, knowing that Cam wouldn't leave his bed in the morning unless there was a job or interview with a client. Or if he'd stayed up the previous night.
"Yeah, trying to get us a head start, but it's playing hard to get," Cam explained, lifting his head up off of his arms and sitting back in the chair.
He looked over at the boy as he grabbed a mug and the box of juice from out of the kitchen, "Are you okay?" he asked. His mind could be playing tricks on him but the boy seemed tenser today.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" he tilted his head at Cam before closing the fridge, placing his mug down on the table, "Don't worry about the skull. We've already got a head start on Kipp's crew. We'll be in and out of the cemetery before they even finish their cornflakes," Lockwood gave him a small assuring smile.
"Juice?"
"Yes please," he said a small thank you as Lockwood passed him a mug of it, before looking back at the haunted jar, "What if it meant the mirror?"
The boy furrowed his brow, "What?"
"The skull. Right? It said death is coming. What if the mirror is death?" he suggested, looking up over at Lockwood again, "Then I say bring it on. Nothing we can't handle together," Cam couldn't help but smile softly at him.
"I'll go back to bed then, shall I?" George walked into the kitchen, dark circles underneath his eyes.
"I meant all of us," Lockwood clarified as the curly haired boy walked over to the table, grabbing a mug and the coffee pourer, only to be stopped by the taller boy, "There's no time for that," he explained as he walked towards the door, "You can grab one en route to the archives with the girls,"
"I thought we were going to the cemetery?" George questioned with a puzzled expression, "We are, come on," he told the two boys. Cam wasn't a hundred percent sure why Lockwood wanted three people going to the archives but didn't question it.
