#spiridicn

 the way eunbi had started out her sentence had nike’s brows raise in curiosity and once that idea was set inside her mind, not even the actual second half of the sentence could wipe the amused smile off of her face. “a coffin huh.. sure.” she reaches forward, placing one of her hands on the other’s shoulder. “i’m gonna get you laid. not to rest, just yet. but another way of getting laid, also very nice very good if you’re looking to release some of that stress.” she nods and grabs the others wrist, not really giving her much time to stop the other female before being tugged along. it took them about 20 minutes to get to the place that nike had directed them too and once stood inside the store that was filled with furniture - especially all different kinds of beds - she was quick to throw herself onto the first one in sight. “it’s better to be laid to rest on one of these babies here. i love trying out beds, it’s the best.”

     A worried expression clouds her features the moment her ghost-friend begins to confess what she has long kept hidden. She was tired. Daisie wonders for a moment if ghosts could even get tired, there are a lot of things she wonders about Eunbi, or ghosts in general. Her questions often go unanswered so she doesn’t ask anymore. She just goes with it. Smiles, nods, even if something odd happens. She loves Eunbi. Dead or alive. Tired or wide awake. In fact, a part of her, perhaps not so small, couldn’t wait for her death, then she could be with Eunbi forever, whenever. It’d be easier, she thinks, but at the same time so much harder. “Eunbi–” she speaks with a soft voice as she reaches out to curl her arm around the girls frame. She might have been taller, but that doesn’t stop Daisie from anything. Even though she has to slightly tiptoe, she pulls the girl against herself with what she hopes is a soothing touch. “you’re coming home with me and we’re watching ghost adventures until we get sick of it… remember?” she asks with a hopeful gaze.  “Come on babe, let’s go home” 

you fucking wild crazy ass dumb ass bitch ass crusty ass musty ass motherfucker. don’t even need to send this shit in cos I already know how much you love my ass. honestly it’s kinda creepy-- I MEAN. anyways. I fucking miss u like what the fuck u gone ghost or something you little shit ????????? dont make me drag ur ass back here. but thank you for sending this is in anyways even though I already know lol and ofc u know ur totally one of my faves. top 3 man, top 3.

                         ❛  i’m fine.❜

                ❛  woah, woah there ghosty. don’t get y’ ghost matter in a bunch. wouldn’t want y’ to turn t’ mist, now.  ❜  a toothy grin is on full display for the other to see. she hadn’t meant any harm ; truthfully, she couldn’t be blamed for being unable to control her long limbs.  ❛  ‘sides, y’ wouldn’t hit me back, would y’ ? i think y’ like me too much.  ❜

           ❝ in what world do i willingly let poltergeists stick around? i still don’t know if you’re malicious or not. ❞ she’s about two minutes away from burning sage to get rid of this one — but there’s no harm in being polite about it first. ❝ sorry, i’ve got too much to keep together. i can’t risk you scaring away the mundies, you know how they are. ❞

      “NAH.” though he can’t deny that he’s never had the idea. he is a boy, after all-- head filled with fantasies, and the like. “i’m pretty sure they do. but who knows ? as if i’m ever gonna find out. ain’t like french misses come ‘round here often, anyways.”