𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

‘huh. you — you’re really quite sure of that, aren’t you… who are you, really (?) sure, i could get more sleep, but i don’t see things.’

‘nah, nah — no way. you haven’t seen /everyone/ who’s ever died. that’s ridiculous… right?’ she paused for thought. ‘i mean, i /guess/ ghosts can be the reason. but, they usually aren’t, is what i mean.’

'am i really supposed to know who that is (?) i thought you were going to say someone cool, you know.' the woman sighed a little. 'i don't know - i have seen a lot of weird poodu in my time. ghosts, though (?) i feel like everything has some sort of different explanation.'

'well, that was a little cryptic wasn't it (?) who was it - anyone exciting?'

huh. you ever see one?

so... y'all believe in ghosts, or what?

❝You'll have to forgive me. It's my second nature.❞

❝I know. Aren't I just the sweetest?❞

❝See it as an act of kindness, from that good heart of mine.❞

Catching it with ease, a shrug of her shoulders given. ❝More for me, I suppose.❞

❝. . . . . You're welcome.❞