Ravi probably can't live without the noise again. He has gotten so used to it. The warmth of voices layering over each other.
"They are trying to kill me."
"I think we have a fruit thief."
"They are not trying to kill you. Even workshop have compulsory readings as well, Sage. Ash, it is probably some birds, no thief is coming into Harlem just to steal some blue berries." Ravi replied to the two teenagers in the house as he focused on the large basin of shrimps that Sage had brought back home after teleporting Malik to Anouk.
Ravi had not provided the particular information that Sage does not need to act as Malik's personal courier as the pseudo immortal can will himself anywhere in this small mortal realm.
"They could be kleptomaniacs." Ash supplied.
