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very well. regular or spicy ? ( it moves towards the fridge to get her all the ingredients, opening the door and then pausing. did he say ... slowly, ghost closes it again, turning around . )
were you flirting with ghost ?
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hand cradling the side of the other's face.
“ sam is allowed friends. friends are good. that man is just ...” he carefully pick his next words, fully aware of the hypocrisy in his statement. “ he is dangerous. ghost got protective.”
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a heavy sigh escapes him, once again placing the wool aside in favor of focusing on sam. watching him in such a vulnerable position tugs at something in his chest, and ghost can't help the way it instinctively reaches forward,
ㅤ it’s impulsive, how the deliverer now crawled towards it.
ㅤ nearly teary - eyed, he’s exhaling shakily. his embarrassment swallowed down.
ㅤ “ don’t entertain them like that - it’s just.. friendships. ”
upon its lap as it listens. it takes ghost a moment to answer, slowly setting needles aside.
“ ghost is sorry ... too. shouldn't act that way over what's not his.”
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“ did it get you into more trouble ? ghost can track them down. ” it's spoken so naturally , like it's not threatening lives at the end of its gun. a dark collared ball of wool picked among the pile, placed
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his touch - denied - lingers in the air briefly, and then it takes a step back, reclaiming its previous seat. slowly , as if to grant sam the space and time he seemingly requires, it begins sorting through the different colors of
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ㅤ “ don’t worry ’bout it. ”
ㅤ deliverer’s mumbling, almost. he sits on the floor - gaze elsewhere, as if the shame remains.
ㅤ covered in dust and residue, he’s fresh from an order.
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staring down at the balls of wool , then allowing gaze to lift in surprise. gloved hands squeeze two of the balls in appreciation before standing up, wool tumbling off its lap as it reaches out of sam.
“ you're shaking.”