TWO SHOTS OF VODKA // GHOST

[ATLAS.]

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"What the fuck?" Atlas didn't believe in ghosts, not really. He grew up firmly rooted in reality, where these sorts of things could only be found in books. And yet here this thing was. In front of his face. The canine's expression is almost comical, pointed ears pinned back against his head and golden eyes wide. With everyone else here talking about Eden's (Edee's? What the fuck.) drinking habits, he makes a weird little exception. A hilarious one, really, but not more hilarious than the fact that Eden had an old lady ghost flirting with him. Were she not a ghost, the dog would be laughing his ass off. Eden? Really? What an excellent choice. He's the weirdo drunk that everyone seems content to pick on or at least dislike. Is he really that willing to throw himself in with that crew? Maybe, maybe not. For now he's too out of it to contemplate the morality in fucking with someone who's too drunk to give a shit. Too fucking busy questioning his own sanity, really. "Why the shit aren't you guys freaking out?"

Moon's like someone's tired older brother, he decides. Everyone else is picking on Eden, except for the one innocent person here.

So, in true Atlas fashion... he rolls with it. The dog forces himself to relax, and although his eyes are still wary and wide, he looks a lot less like he was trying to untangle a slinky with his mind. "Didn't think I'd see you being so self-aware, Hemingway."

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｢ WORD COUNT: 253. MUSE LEVEL: 07. APPEARANCE NOTES. ｣