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❝ get out, lurker! ❞  the remote flies from her hand, hitting him squarely in the chest before it falls onto the ground and promptly breaks, the batteries rolling out. but still, he doesn’t budge. a burglar would probably leave by now. but then again, a burglar would also probably have hidden his face. and, well, his presence doesn’t really explain away the other oddities. like the different furniture. or the food in her cabinets that she wouldn’t be caught dead eating. or the fact that he’s certainly made himself at home here.  ❝ look i don’t know if this is a weird like...like stalking thing or kink thing or something, but i’d like for you to leave. ❞  caroline stands straighter. taller. arms folding over her chest as she lifts her chin stubbornly, jutting it towards the door.  ❝ now. get out of my apartment. ❞          /          @greenchrch​   +   kit ! 

@greenchrch​  ❤  +  for  kate  !

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He could just about sense that much himself, but Ledan was by no means a ghost or spirit expert so that was about as much as he could tell without using his magic to ‘encourage’ them into a slightly more visible form, “Do you know why? What’s unsettling them?” he asked, “Would summoning them help or make it worse?”

as it turns out, the overly detailed list bonnie provides her does little good. there’s at least a dozen plants in this apartment and she has no idea which ones are supposed to be watered lightly or liberally. or which ones need to be rotated, or fed, or taken away from the window. which ones need leaves trimmed and which ones are just not to be touched. it’s intimating to say the least --- and that’s without the added background noise of whatever monstrosity is happening in the living room. the piano isn’t bad, but the lyrics...caroline winces at the delivery of another poorly rhymed, overly cheesy verse. watering can poised over a plant as the dirty slowly saturates ( overly saturates ) with water. at some point, the scruffy looking man disappears and caroline glances towards the man sitting at the piano.  ❝ you should really go with something a bit less...rhymey. i mean it’s --- it’s not awful. it’s just...it sounds like a bad 80′s pop song? ❞          /          @greenchrch​   +   rudi ! 

                       ❝ ——in th' SAME WAY that Caesar died over 20 years ago, sure you have. ❞     ok that was pretty petty of him, he knew that,     ❝ I ain't ((( LYIN' ))) to you so I guess your in-built lie detector's on the fritz. ❞     . 

Ledan narrowed his eyes, “How long has this been happening?” he asked, it seemed as if time was of the essence with this one, maybe not because the man might die but it certainly sounded as if he was in a lot of pain and discomfort, “Have you fed recently? I assume it doesn’t help with the problem but adding extra fuel to the fire can’t help.”