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Bites his ear again. >:T

Ow!!

"Casper-! That's, that's not funny...!" Instead of letting go, Ryou gripped tighter, as if afraid the reaper might vanish entirely, never to be seen again.

It had already been too long, and he had taken to hanging around hospitals in hopes of catching Casper at work.

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Hewwo my fellow nonbiney I don't even remember when we met but I'm glad we did cuz you are one of my besties forever. You write fantastically and I enjoy every single moment we have had mashing our muses together like two toy dolls, no matter what fandom it was in.

At first, Ryou thought there must be some sort of trouble causing them the need to stay low. As much as he wanted to ask what was wrong, Ryou listened, not evening replying to the initial message.

Surely what they had been doing had to break so many rules. Was that coming to bite Casper in the ass?

When those three worry filled days were up, though, and Ryou messaged him asking to please be filled in, there was still no response. It didn't even take any of the nudging from the spirit asking to investigate to decide to.

Slipping into the shadows, it was a much more draining jump to Casper's apartment than it was to anywhere around the city. He still wasn't sure on the details of how it was pulled off, but if Ryou had to guess... shadows were everywhere, after all. All it took was the knowledge of the destination.

Still, he kept himself a shadow once arriving at the uncharacteristically dark apartment. Usually there were some sort of lights, even just dim, red ones, at least, that's what Ryou seen the only other time he had been here and from the background of the video calls. He frowned, slinking silently in the shadows, until he came across Casper, just a lump in his bed.

Something was wrong.

The differences in worlds was endlessly fascinating. It was no wonder the twins had been doing so for no telling how long. Perhaps it would be overwhelming to some, Venti had to admit, but he was the wind, one to never sit still.

He'd found out rather quickly that he stuck out like a sore thumb, though, so that had to be the first to change to move through the crowds relatively unnoticed.

Now, Venti sat in the park, away from prying eyes as he whistled to a bird he'd seen flittering amongst the leaves of the trees.

His own face is blazing red, and Ryou can't quite meet Casper's gaze. He can't respond, not verbally at least, with Casper holding onto him. It was an out of sorts, he supposed, to just pull away and say he was kidding, or teasing.