“mh … not carved in stone just yet,” usual gravel of tone is somehow smoothed, relaxing under other’s weight. leaning back into chair, arm finding purchase ‘round ghost’s torso. for support, of course.
wide grin, ⠀ full weight brought onto lap. ⠀ his arm hooks over shoulder, ⠀ tone nauseatingly dulcet: ⠀ "you tellin' me i made the nice list, ⠀ santa?"
“hah—,” smoke billows through air with laugh, thick and harsh as tone. amusement doesn’t quite reach the eye, gaze sharp as ever as he gives ghost a long look. not the kind of glance one would give to subordinate seen so recently, but something more … lingering.
seen ⠀ you ⠀ just ⠀ this ⠀ morning. ⠀ what, ⠀ you ⠀ finally ⠀ sorted ⠀ up ⠀ 'nough ⠀ for ⠀ plastic ⠀ surgery? ⠀ been ⠀ begging ⠀ y——mh.⠀ tha's ⠀ not ⠀ right.
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⠀ ⠀ it's ⠀ EMBARRASSING. ⠀ the ⠀ soldiers ⠀ are ⠀ making ⠀ bets ⠀ now. ⠀ 'how ⠀ long ⠀ will ⠀ it ⠀ take ⠀ kaz ⠀ to ⠀ get ⠀ out ⠀ of ⠀ a ⠀ full ⠀ nelson.' ⠀ i'm ⠀ a ⠀ laughing ⠀ stock!
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