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[redfleurette]

A. [rumblr]

[Here is a photograph of a white bedsheet on a stick. A happy face is drawn on the sheet in marker.]

FOUND!!!!

A GHOST

cOME tALK TO hONEY IF YOU LOST A GHOST


B. [action]

[In a small little corner of some parking lot somewhere, there is a sheet on a stick, which has been stood up on a cardboard box. A teenage girl is strolling all around it, talking to... it?]

But why do you keep saying that your heart hurts, Ghostman? Where is your heart? D-do you even have a ribcage?!

[She lifts up the sheet. Wow, lewd.]

Comments

[redscared]

Uh--

[Giroro, in the throes of guilt, reluctantly pauses before turning off his anti-barrier's ability to block his voice, clearing his throat and then doing his best (worst) high-voiced 'friendly ghost' impression:]

Don't worry about me! I was just-- uh --doing ballistics training!!

[Giroro, that is not a normal thing that anyone does. Even ghosts.]

[redfleurette]

[Ghosty's alive!!! Er, wait. Not-alive?]

You didn't sound like that before, Ghosty... Did your vocal cords get damaged?

[redscared]

[Crap--!]

Uh... y-yes! In the explosion, I was injured, but I've made a miraculous and heroic recovery!

[But ghosts don't have-- they can't-- you know what, nevermind.]

[redfleurette]

Hmmmm?

[She leans over and peers reaa—lly close.]

You didn't sound so uncertain before, Ghosty.

[redscared]

Ngk-- What do you mean, I'm certain! One hundred percent certain! There's not a speck of doubt in my heart!

[Wait, what is he certain of?]