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"I have to go to work," Ember informed, going over to pick up her work bag. "Can you refill the pot later tonight?" Elliott asked. "If I have time, apparently everyone like entertainment with their drinks now," Ember said as she heard crash sounds outside.
"Someone's getting their car ransacked," Ember laughed as she adjusted her earrings. "I also see someone," Elliott informed, watching the window. "What are you—" Ember walked over the window, watching a boy towards the building.
"Um— I'm late," Ember lied, rushing over to her bag. "I'll be back for dinner and we can talk about your TV thingy—" Ember was interrupted by the door knocking.
"God! What!" Ember stuck her head out of the door, her eyes landing on the boy standing at the door. "Hi—" Before he could greet her, Ember had slammed the door shut.
"Who was it?" Elliott asked. "No one," Ember snapped, swinging the bag around the shoulder. "I'll be back tonight," Ember informed before the boy teleported into the room, causing Elliott to shriek, his hands gripping onto the counter.
Elliott tried searching for a weapon, his hand digging through the drawer before picking up a butter knife. "How'd you do that?" Elliott asked.
"Don't really have time to explain," He answered. "You from the Pentagon, huh?" Elliott questioned. "Definitely not," Five answered, irritation slowly rising.
