Astral and I make a huge pentagram on the grass with salt. Luckily, it is a clear day today, with only a soft breeze. The sky is clear as the sun shines brightly down on us. Tobias watches his perfect lawn with not a blade of grass out of place.
“You know, I only just repaired the grass from the last time you destroyed it, and now, you're mixing salt in it,” he whines.
“For someone as dominant and intimidating as you, I never pictured you being a green thumb when I met you,” I retort.
“I just like my lawn and gardens looking nice, nothing wrong with wanting nice grass.” I shake my head as I hear multiple cars driving down the driveway. Looking up, five cars drive toward the house before stopping out the front.
“Are you sure they won’t notify the council?” I ask Astral, worried they
