“I’m pretty used to being a ghost,” Frank admitted, shrugging vaguely. It didn’t really matter one way or another to him because Darrow had him haunted instead of hunted right now. It was a strange thing to have people care again. He wasn’t used to that.
He snorted a little and dug into his food. “Probably your miscreant friends, if I’m honest. I don’t know if any of them know what to do with sniping equipment, but I’m sure they’d figure it out.”
Before Guy could get concerned that Frank might be up to no good, Frank said, “I’ve been teaching her how to use her magic at longer ranges. On me.”
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Date: 2018-11-16 08:37 pm (UTC)He snorted a little and dug into his food. “Probably your miscreant friends, if I’m honest. I don’t know if any of them know what to do with sniping equipment, but I’m sure they’d figure it out.”
Before Guy could get concerned that Frank might be up to no good, Frank said, “I’ve been teaching her how to use her magic at longer ranges. On me.”