The man smirked. “This is probably the first time I’ve seen you in winter clothes,” he remarked off handedly, standing at the foot of the stairs. What a wonderful trick Sullivan knew! The younger male seemed to have an impressive ability to transform into anything one could imagine. Though John couldn’t outright say that he marveled this skill, he thought it was rather fitting. In the other’s line of work, Lavington imagined, ability to morph saved lives. Really, Sullivan looked like a perfect example of a motivated and highly intelligent college student.
Glancing to the side, John shifted nervously from one foot to another. “Actually, I was thinking we throw out plans today and just go with the flow….until three o’clock or so. Then we’ll get back home, eat, decide where to go tomorrow and then, off to the movies. Any objections?” asked the man, bringing his gaze back to the younger male. John wasn’t sure how much the younger male enjoyed unstructured walks in a new city, because that was the way Lavington usually did his sight seeing. He rarely followed maps or guides, but simply walked the common street, taking in the distinct atmosphere.
He quickly put on his coat, wrapping the scarf off handedly around his neck. “Keys,” he murmured to himself, hurrying into the kitchen where usually a spare key to the house could be found among pots and pans. John returned few moments later, happy with his short search, keys in hand. “Now we can leave with clean consciousness.”