Caspar's posture stiffens at her words. He sets aside his coffee and takes the binder, flipping through the photographs, scanning each one methodically as if committing them to memory.
The initial photos of the strange items in the basement get an eyebrow raise, but it's the journal entries that make Caspar's jaw tighten with cold fury. Josh is obsessed with his girlfriend, and those feelings show no signs of abating.
He shuts the binder and turns his attention to Harley and her words. "The portal, you mean. And the dolls..." It's unnerving, especially for someone like Caspar who is unused to magic. It makes him frown and look away. "Well, he's a liar at the very least. And he sounds unstable. But there's no evidence that he's hurt anyone... did you run into his persian while you were there?"
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Date: 2018-02-10 02:55 am (UTC)The initial photos of the strange items in the basement get an eyebrow raise, but it's the journal entries that make Caspar's jaw tighten with cold fury. Josh is obsessed with his girlfriend, and those feelings show no signs of abating.
He shuts the binder and turns his attention to Harley and her words. "The portal, you mean. And the dolls..." It's unnerving, especially for someone like Caspar who is unused to magic. It makes him frown and look away. "Well, he's a liar at the very least. And he sounds unstable. But there's no evidence that he's hurt anyone... did you run into his persian while you were there?"