She’s so tiny, so sweet, and so innocent and he flounders briefly, at a loss for words. If she hadn’t spoken, he might not have even seen her. But she smiles at him, her eyes sparkling, the smell of the aromatic coffee hanging in the air, and he decides to soften — just this once.

“Nice swing! I take it you’ve never met a GHOST before.” The swipes from the binder leave little more than wisps of ectoplasmic vapor in their wake as they pass straight through the boo-- eliciting a chuckle from it and the other myriad ghosts that now ran amok throughout the office. Floating down, so to level with her, the King rests a stubby arm at her shoulder. 

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