eyes open reluctantly, the short reprieve from light leaving him squinting miserably at the other. “ we don't look similar at all. just got the same shitty gas station bathroom haircut. ” yet it's not as ↷
“ the dead guy who brought me here also. ” a gesture towards the ghost sitting forlorn in the booth behind her. not that she could see him; perhaps sense the cold seeping from grey skin, marked with ↷






















