#susie answer

 “I think…i thiiiiiiiiink someone told me once that homes are people not a pl-place.”

The smaller ghost pouts for a moment, able to recall the words but not recall who they had come from. The memory is fuzzy, hugged together with someone in a closet. A beautiful golden dog curled around them. Had she been crying? Had they both been?

“Ignore her, she’s a bit of a punk.”

“B-but what if he’s lost forever and ever this time!”

Carl had been moved, again, and Susie had managed to work herself into quite the tizzy over it. What if he’s somewhere dark and cramped , oooohh she doesn't like those. Or worse what if the rabbit has-.

Tiny face in her tiny ghost hands, no lungs and yet there's a tight feeling in her hollow chest.

[ wipe ] seeing receiver cry, sender reaches out and wipes their tears away (with their fingers or with a tissue)

From Evan for Susie

Susie was a rather sensitive kid at most times. This wide eyed innocent baby deer of a thing that felt her emotions ten times stronger than most. A kid not built for losses and grieving that she didn’t really understand. Especially the loss of a best friend. 

Hard to say what brought her mind to Waffles, though the missing canine was always there in some form, but Susie had picked a solitary corner to let her emotions out. Hadn’t expected Evan to walk over, let alone do his best to dry her tears. She does her best to smile through the sniffles, happy for the company even if she hadn’t wanted anyone to see her upset.

Charlie is going to mouth ‘ Don’t you facking dare.’ while moving a ghostly finger across her throat.

“Charlie what’s-?”