Pratt leans back in his chair, sipping his drink, "The ghosts make me antsy, don't like not being able to talk to them. I sorta hate it because I don't understand why or how it works or if I can fuck it up and make it stop working. One day wake up and they somehow forgot my room existed and it's a mess forever because I accidentally did something wrong."
no subject
Pratt leans back in his chair, sipping his drink, "The ghosts make me antsy, don't like not being able to talk to them. I sorta hate it because I don't understand why or how it works or if I can fuck it up and make it stop working. One day wake up and they somehow forgot my room existed and it's a mess forever because I accidentally did something wrong."