was-i-wrong

The mall bench was hard and uncomfortable,  the lights were blindingly fluorescent, and the shop itself smelled so heavily of perfume that Ghost had actually gagged and had his inhaler at the ready, Albert wasn't fairing much better. They'd been here for at least an hour watching Kat  finch gather up a practical mountain of clothes into a tiny shopping cart before disappearing into the changing room area. Ghost loved his sister, really he did, but he'd forgotten how long it had been since she'd gotten to pal around with someone her age, he couldn't blame her anyway  this whole situation really was his fault. During one of his many ideas on wa

"Take me with you?" those had been the first words uttered by finch apothecary since being freed by 'TEAM G', the very first, and the only reply ghost could think of was to explain how dangerous it was and that he was now free to do what ever he pleased. It was true he was now free, free at a price, but free non the less.  If ghost was being truthful the hybrid sitting in front of his camp fire was in an extremely sorry state (dying wouldn't be much of a stretch), but honestly finch  was probably the most beautiful specimen of his species that ghost had ever seen.  Despite the malnourished body and torn ear he had some very attractive feature