‍  ‎ 𝚌 ┈ a͟rlyle ‎ ‍  ‎ ׅ

something is amiss.

*😒. seems like you’re focused on me if anything.

you’re not very good at this, are you? you can come out. ﹝ she can hear his grip tightening, it sounded like wood, whatever it was. her own eyebrows furrow unpleasantly, eyes fluttering open in disbelief. ﹞

how about you be perceptive with finding us a job instead of worrying about how many spoons of sugar i put in my tea.

not really. my partner keeps putting me on the spotlight &. singing praises about my abilities to everyone else even when i specifically ask him not to.

a bit early to be sensing ghosts.

if i had a nickel for every time i said i was psychic &. nobody believed me, i’d have 100 nickels.

﹝ closing her eyes. .. she can sense @seethens beside her —— somewhere. ﹞

you sound like a stalker.

… that must’ve been the type 3 ghost we (you) have locked away in the basement.

name one time you haven’t mentioned tea on one of our .. how do you say it ﹖ expeditions.

the only person that drinks tea a lot here is you.

it’s tea, lockwood. we can always buy more.

i drank it all

😴* wish my job definitely paid me more.

have you eaten ﹖ i’m surprised these haven’t been scarfed down yet. ﹝ fingers lift up cup, lips nearing so she’d have a better chance at blowing on it. ﹞ your greed knows no bounds.

﹝ elbow piercing his stomach, eyebrows furrowing &. cheeks ever-so slightly flushing red. ﹞ stop that. god forbid we ever actually put you on live television again——who knows what you’d say or do.