10-22-2018, 12:04 PM
[size=9pt]This is usually the moment Moon bursts in and saves the day. Or, at least, shoos the ghost off and tries desperately to console the scarred child that's left in its wake. But Edee wasn't a child and, frankly, after that comment he'd made against Marg that one time, Moon wasn't so eager to do this guy any favors. What was up with Fangs and raising assholes?
"She can see it, Har." Moon passes the black kitten and ever so gently ghosts (hah) his tail over the child's head, well and truly ruining Charlie's fun. "She's joking, is all." He says, eyes set on the flickering figure before him, squinting ever so slightly. He's sick and tired of these fucking ghosts. "How can we help you, sweetheart?" Always a good idea to pull those condescending nicknames with all-powerful supernatural beings. "What'll it take to get you and the rest of the Caspers that have been riding our asses for the past two weeks to up sticks and fuck off? You can feast on the drunks all you want, but the kids aren't so fond of of the whole evil spirit thing, and, you know. Got a daycare to run."
"She can see it, Har." Moon passes the black kitten and ever so gently ghosts (hah) his tail over the child's head, well and truly ruining Charlie's fun. "She's joking, is all." He says, eyes set on the flickering figure before him, squinting ever so slightly. He's sick and tired of these fucking ghosts. "How can we help you, sweetheart?" Always a good idea to pull those condescending nicknames with all-powerful supernatural beings. "What'll it take to get you and the rest of the Caspers that have been riding our asses for the past two weeks to up sticks and fuck off? You can feast on the drunks all you want, but the kids aren't so fond of of the whole evil spirit thing, and, you know. Got a daycare to run."
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