Pseudosapien

Improv

Part of that night, Anemone stayed awake in bed with Garth as she tried to figure out a way to get Shawshank and the twins to trust her. Then she realized how easy it would be for her to convince the three that it was Mason Christner. From there they would, hopefully, believe her and put their trust in her while mutinying on him...even with their lacking numbers. It was either that or seduce the last few one by one and just not have as much to work with after giving her reasoning. They were all Feelers aside from Christner, after all, and she was going on her 'history' of guy issues.

Plus, she knew that her likelihood of being a Feeler herself was higher than she would have liked. For now, that would be put in the back of her mind and she would focus on her plan. Feelers had a weakness for people of their sexual orientation and the more they liked them, the more they trusted them. Annie would have to get them all together for a private meet to let them know about Christner. From there she'd let them in on her plan to kill him off and while they were all in position somewhere...very far from one another. She'd either strike or have traps set up for them.

Considering traps had her almost giddy.

"You know, it's a little creepy waking up and hearing a giggle from someone who doesn't really giggle." Annie jumped in her spot, and threw Garth a sheepish look.

"I didn't know I had giggled. Sorry about that."

"It's all right. You seemed deep in thought anyways. Are you going to be okay doing this on your own?"

"Yeah, but I'd like your help in finding any nearby ruined or desolate houses and buildings a ways away from any densely inhabited areas."

"Sounds good...in the morning." He muttered.

"Yeah, I know. I guess I'm just excited and can't wait until it's over."

The following morning, she woke up and found he was already up.

"You're up awful early." She commented when she saw him on the couch with coffee and his laptop.

"I was originally going over some digital evidence for another body of a woman. You know a Lavender Miller?"

"No, actually. Was the coffee recently made?" He thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"About five...maybe ten minutes ago."

"Thank you." She smiled before making herself a cup and getting cozy next to him in Garth's shirt and her own panties. He noticed this and raised an eyebrow at her.

"What? I can't let you get so used to seeing me naked that it bores you." She nudged him playfully while spotting the scar that peeked out from under his open shirt and it wasn't the first time she'd seen it...though it was the first time she thought to ask.

"How'd you get the scar?" It was rather distinct as it was at least nine shades lighter than his skin; being almost paper white. Very little showed but it was at least four inches long and maybe an inch wide.

"Doing one of those stupid things kids do when they're young." Garth grinned, taking the time to wrap an arm around her and kiss her forehead.

"Go on." She smiled as she snuggled even closer to him, her bright eyes showing her playful but sincere curiosity to learn something new about him.

"I used to skateboard when I was a teenager. One time I flew off a ramp and I thought I had it...until I saw how far I'd gone and got marked by a stray branch. You know I'm surprised that you didn't ask me sooner."

"I'd always forget to ask."

"That's not like you at all. It may just be me, but you don't seem like the type to forget things."