claire novak « @fiercehearts » tested the spirit box; ✐ / claire @ mike 〃 ※
He might have gone overboard, that much was obvious with the way he seemed just a little more cheerful than usual, or perhaps it was the way he had been staring at the piece of toast in his hands for a little longer than what could be considered normal. A huff slipped past his mouth, and Mike found himself looking up at Claire when she spoke to him, or at least he believed she had done that. Either ways his brows were knitted together in concentration. " Toast cannot be explained by any rational means. " Slurred words making little to no sense, and yet, the expression gracing his features was nothing short from pleased. " Toast is me. I am toast. " Well, at least he got one thing right, didn't he ?