#crimsoncomet

i’m with inza. i think you’d be a lovely seahorse, kent.

[im always here for jay adopting kids he will Dad everyone ]

how many muses do you even have 

@crimsoncomet

“Honey, I’m home!” The young woman toes off her high heels, sighing as he feet lay flat on the floor for the first time in hours. She drops her keys and her purse on the table she keeps in the hallway by the door.

Her roommate floats out of the kitchen, and if he was alive, Liz is sure that he’d be scowling. “You’re late,” the ghost accuses her, and Liz shrugs her shoulders.

“Have you been tracking down another murderer? I didn’t think so. Jeeze, I know it’s a big city and all, but how the hell do we still have such a dense population? It feels like I’m going after a new person every other week.”

Andrew sniffs and shakes his head. “Well, your supper is cold now,” he remarks, turning his back and floating away.

“Thanks, Andy,” she says. It’s nothing for her to put the plate in the microwave and watch it go around for two minutes. “I’m halfway starved.”

“But did you catch the perpetrator?” he asks. Andrew never could resist drama; Liz thinks it’s why he’s stuck around with her as long as he has.

“I did. Police have him locked right up, and I transcribed his girlfriend’s report. I almost wish there were more people who could see ghosts in this town, they should really start hiring them so I don’t have to do it all.”

“Didn’t they offer you a job, though? Several times?”