Andi knocked on the apartment door once -- then twice, leaving her hand on the wooden frame for a few seconds before retreating it back. Her dark jeans had been stained, dark brown splotches plastered from below the knees. Her face was paler than usual, and her lips were slightly busted. (andi-mun is here because someone wanted to see erika really badly.)
“Hold on!” Erika shouted from inside the apartment, proceeding the sound of several falling objects. Her footsteps thumped all the way to the door before it opened and, blinking, she stared into the darkness to see who stood there.
“Hn? Hold on, move a little to the right, mhmm, mhm--”
She paused, her hand frozen on the knob. Both eyes stared unyielding at the figure of Andi standing there looking... disheveled; several manners of downtrodden.
“... Andi-chan?” she whispered, “Are you... a ghost?”
