Son_of_Shadows
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"Good morning, beautiful," he said, seeing her look at herself in the bowl, and cringe a little, "Um, I think that might be a bedpan... How are you feeling?" he said, changing the subject as rapidly as he could, in a, frankly, pitiful, attempt to avoid any embarrassment.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. Damn that Dusknoir. He's practically traumatized her, he thought, seeing the haunted expression in her eyes, If he's not dead, and we meet again, I'll make him wish he was dead. ... Wait, he's a ghost, so isn't he already dead...? Aw, dammit. Well, I'll still inflict a mountain-load of pain on him. This unsettling irritation... Is this bloodlust? This is what Milotic was talking about... Urgh.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. Damn that Dusknoir. He's practically traumatized her, he thought, seeing the haunted expression in her eyes, If he's not dead, and we meet again, I'll make him wish he was dead. ... Wait, he's a ghost, so isn't he already dead...? Aw, dammit. Well, I'll still inflict a mountain-load of pain on him. This unsettling irritation... Is this bloodlust? This is what Milotic was talking about... Urgh.