#askthepompadourghost

More art gifts, this time with a few doodles i did for rps!

Hearing the ghost’s voice from behind her hit Vivi like a live wire poked directly into her nerves, and neither her brain nor her body seemed to know what to do with all the conflicting signals.

There was a spike of adrenaline that made her muscles tense and fighting-ready, nauseating in combination with her exhaustion from the rest of the night’s ordeals. At the same time-- a deeper, dearer, and far more confusing instinct made her want to throw herself into the spirit’s arms-- like some hidden part of her knew she’d find comfort there.

Sure, he’d been their ally in the end and seemed to have let go of whatever grudge he’d had against Arthur, or at the very least put it on hold, but that still didn’t mean it made sense to seek his consolation. She didn’t even know him! Though he sure seemed to know her-- but that was a puzzle she simply didn’t have the energy to spare solving right now.

Just who in the hell was calling at this hour? For once the ghost had found some spare time to just... relax by the fire and read a few old books without having to console the Dead Beats, or keep an eye on them, to ensure they weren’t causing havoc. Whoever it was... They’d need a damn good excuse to--

“Arthur? What are you.... I thought that I.... You were...”

Clearing his throat, he stepped aside and held aloft one of his arms, trying to avoid eye contact if at all possible.

“... Come in. The fire is burning in the study, you’ll find it on the first door to your right. I... Will join you momentarily.”

“Thank you, Lewis.” Arthur breathed shakily, his nerves starting to settle down as he is allowed in. The mansion still sparked some old fears from when he and Vivi first stumbled upon this place. As he followed Lewis’ directions, Arthur gave a frightened squeak and flinched as a suit of armor turned to watch him go by. This place still bothered him more than he had expected.

Arthur used his breathing patterns to relax again as he found the study. That crackling fire was soothing, the constant patterning noise filling the smaller space. Finding the couch as the nearest seating option, Arthur moved over and took a seat at one side. Once Lewis appeared in the doorway, the blond looked up with a nervous smile.

Ebony and Ivory are drawn and raised with impossible speed as Dante takes in the specter before him. However, he doesn’t pull the triggers, instead taking a moment to look the ghost up and down. An eyebrow arches and he appears confused for a moment. Something doesn’t add up here, despite his tendency to not be the best at math.

“I got one question. Answer quick. If you’re lying, I’ll shoot. You a demon?”

“Oh gosh! Lewis, hi!” Vic greeted the pink haunt eagerly, glad to hurry up to greet him before stopping short. He seemed...apprehensive? “Lewis, you okay, man? You seem to have something on your mind.”

“Who’s at the door, Vic?” Vivi piped up, coming up beside her brother, “Oh! Hey, how are...you okay, Lew Lew?”