𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳².

before long,   her curiosity tugs at her.   she wants to explore,   both the house and her fellow castmates,   so why not kill two birds with one stone?   to a small circle that’s migrated to the kitchen island,   she poses the question,   “would anyone care to join me on a tour?   i want to find the best hiding spot.” 

isn’t it the universal guilty pleasure?   i can’t deny that i’ve taken plenty advantage of my dad’s paramount plus account. 

i didn't think it was that obvious,   but no,   love is not a top priority for me.   though i suppose being open to it doesn't hurt.

that's an easy accusation to make so soon.   we're barely past first name basis   -   hasn't everyone got extra information to give at this point?

ah,   the quirky one.   tucking in a smile,   she leans in to make the gap between them even smaller,   well aware of the high chance their every word was,   if not broadcast,   directly in someone’s ear.   “silly,   yes,   but charming?   we’ll have to see.”   she quirks a conspiring eyebrow as she leans away,   restoring their natural space.   the key,   she figures,   is to match energies,   so she responds to his original question,   affecting casualness.   "oh,   yeah,   haven’t you heard?   i haunt the place.   the producers thought a ghost would make great ratings.”   a little too strong perhaps,   but it’s the first night   -   she’s cutting herself some slack.