[littl3chocobo]

the humor left him at the words and he looked down at cirro. "maybe he is damaged, are you certain you didn't give him a concussion? i say we call the cops and have them bring an ambulance" he turned his eyes back to the crazy in the chair. "though i wouldn't say anything if you did your witchy magic bullshit on him while we waited" pulling out his cell he started to dial the police only to have the stalker start preaching again and cirro to lay thin fingers over the touch-pad