Una Momia y Perro Invitado
âI donât know where I am.â (Pharaoh Skeledad and Wilde Dogg)
Outside of his two closest friends, the tall spectre wasnât used to having a pair of guests at once, but here they were. Dirty, worn, yet spirited enough to not be totally helpless like he had seen so many times before. Some cases were genuine, while others only sought to manipulate the petal ghost and take advantage of his caring nature until they up and left when his hospitality was no longer needed.
It was something Arthur in particular didnât stand for, the blond knowing what it was like himself but too gentle to really fight back. That is, unless his loved ones were involved. Vivi was the same way, although she was more headstrong than the both of them combined.
To top it all off, the road leading up to the mansion hadnât been used much lately, so it was especially surprising to see someone staggering down it. Let alone two people who seemed rather mismatched. Then again, the violet haired man wasnât one to judge.
As he went out the door to investigate the matter further, four of the eight little magenta spooks who were his personal followers drifted over to their masterâs side, cooing and nudging at his locket curiously, almost as if waiting to see what kind of flowers would bloom for these strangers, big yellow eyes peering out at the fellow skeleton and their small companion from where they floated just behind the larger ghost. Â Â Â
Being late at night, it took Lewis a moment to light up the pathway so he could see them better, sympathy instantly taking over his facial features as he laid eyes on the younger of the two, finding it hard not to think of his sisters as he spoke the series of question he asked all newcomers, which was common practice at this point.
âAre you alright? How did you get here? Do you want to come inside?â
Neither of the two making their way down the dark road really knew what they were doing there. Not really. Alright, so one of them had at least a vague idea of something, he had been lied to, he could remember that much at least, he had the vaguest ideas that heâd had a fight with someone, an argument maybe? He couldnât be sure. As it was he wasnât sure what he was doing there, he just kind of wanted to go home.
As for the younger of the two, there were things that heâd learn to expect living out in the wilds on his own for the most part, running into a shambling and shabby skeleton wearing a blush charro suit were exactly none of them. Still the poor skeleton was trying, and mostly harmless it seemed, open, and mostly honest. So heâd calmed down, and watching the skeletonâs general obliviousness, decided that he was obligated to watch over him, make sure he didnât get hurt.
How they ended up on this path, he has no idea. And the sight of the mansion makes him nervous. He slows down, dragging his feet as they approach, even as his companion moves ahead blissful as always.
And then thereâs a magenta haired person greeting them. With purple blobs floating around him, blobs that are almost familiar but not.
âHey... those blobs are like...â
âRubato! Coda!â He jumps at the loud call from the skeleton beside him, head whipping around to stare as the twin small red-brown, purple and white ghosts appear letting out small coos. One of them, Coda he thinks rests on his head, and he can feel the spirits calm, both of their calm. Itâs not enough, the curiosity, worry, can I help you? mix from those in front is overwhelming. He edges behind his companion, the spirits both resting on him now as he buries his face slightly into the blush jacket. âAhh, H-hola?â the skeleton offers. A nervous edge to his voice as well.
