“You guys basically have a talking dog but don’t believe in ghosts?” Parrish was hanging over the back of the seat of the van, chin propped up on his folded arms. The whole ‘solving random mysteries’ thing was new - To him, at least. And yet he couldn’t wrap his head around the rest of the group’s belief that there was no such thing as the supernatural. “How does that even make sense?” / @jealousypushed
the assigned leader sits in the driver seat , foot pressing lightly on the gas with a chuckle sounding out from the comment . ❛ well , duh , scoob’s obviously real and ghosts are just holograms , it’s really not that hard to wrap your head around , bud . ❜ tone confident with eyes darting back with a raised brow only to settle back onto the road .
a snack is quickly popped into mouth , almost choking from the rush of swallowing to be able to talk , ❛ hey man , with the amount of shit we go through , it just kinda ruins the fun of the supernatural .. although i still do get the creeps half the time , i mean i’m all for the supernatural but i wish they weren’t all for me . ❜ a nervous chuckle , less confident than the one delivered by the fearless ascot wearing leader . ❛ guess it just depends on the case , ya dig ? ❜ meanwhile the mutt being spoken about stays silent , he’s tired after a long day of eating , ears twitch upon feeling his best friend’s hand plop onto his head .
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