I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
Ludo hadn’t given her any specifics on who to convince their house was haunted. In all honesty, she’d contemplated snagging that poor Hawthorn creature again – because it’d be fucking hilarious – but she figured she could just do it within Torchline too, easy peasy. Plenty to pick from.
Well, in all the whims of her poor impulse control, it was easy.
Initially, she’d opted for a random selection. Namely, someone who had an open window and maybe a few loose shingles on their roof. So she’d turned invisible, scampered along a few homes amidst Haulani, and tested a few with her fingers. When one budged, she smirked, giggling to herself until she realized most spectral dipshits didn’t do such things – and paused, glancing over gutters to see if there’d be an aperture available. A little one, probably to release heat from the home, but enough to eventually wiggle her way in there.
Perfect.
So she started with her initial shithead plan, knocking along the roof, first with her heel, then her toes, only prying the shingle away from its ramparts and kin, as if a good and friendly neighborhood ghost was just showing someone they needed repairs. It might’ve sounded like something had landed and continually jumped on top of the thresholds, but it was a foundational effort.
Well, in all the whims of her poor impulse control, it was easy.
Initially, she’d opted for a random selection. Namely, someone who had an open window and maybe a few loose shingles on their roof. So she’d turned invisible, scampered along a few homes amidst Haulani, and tested a few with her fingers. When one budged, she smirked, giggling to herself until she realized most spectral dipshits didn’t do such things – and paused, glancing over gutters to see if there’d be an aperture available. A little one, probably to release heat from the home, but enough to eventually wiggle her way in there.
Perfect.
So she started with her initial shithead plan, knocking along the roof, first with her heel, then her toes, only prying the shingle away from its ramparts and kin, as if a good and friendly neighborhood ghost was just showing someone they needed repairs. It might’ve sounded like something had landed and continually jumped on top of the thresholds, but it was a foundational effort.
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
