#postvines

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Arthur doesn’t say anything in particular to the little ghost when it appears, having seen it a few times before. He stayed where he was in bed, and pet it’s head a little as he drifted off too.

Arthur jumped, and winced at the painful tug of his bandages. “Uh...it’s kind of....a long.....story?” He chuckled, awkward. “I should really invest in a weed-whacker, let’s put it that way....”

Arthur nodded at his newest visitor, looking over her offered dish with a small smile. “I wouldn’t mind trying some. I’m not really that hungry....I’ll just have a bite. But I’m sure my friend Vivi would love to try some when she comes back around.”  He looked a little surprised at her trying to feed him, but given the state of his arms he wouldn’t argue just this once. “Um....ah, I’m ready for cake?”

“I mean....I’m alive, right...?”