“Really? Huh. I wouldn't've guessed that... The humans I've been around don't react to ghost types any more than they react to me. But! It's good that you're having a good time.” Content, Diana settled a little more comfortably, attached as securely as a strip of velcro thanks to her peculiar little paws.
“It's not much of a surprise,” Clarence assured Trevor. “He just likes to sneak around. I've got a champion skulker, though he's aware---and often laments---I'll notice if he slips away. He's my primary heatsink, you see; about a ten-degree drop. But then there's Marley, and the others, and altogether they keep me in my coat.”
Through this explanation, a pair of red eyes (and a telltale crescent of gengar grin) opened in Clarence's shadow... but Moriarty didn't emerge just yet. Clarence paid it no mind, answering Zeran, then Trevor again: “Sounds good. If you've got any apples, I'll beg one off you, but otherwise we ought to be alright. Unless...?” This was directed to Marley, Noemi, and Buddy, in case any of the little ghosts hadn't had the opportunity to catch his attention for whatever it was they wanted.
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“It's not much of a surprise,” Clarence assured Trevor. “He just likes to sneak around. I've got a champion skulker, though he's aware---and often laments---I'll notice if he slips away. He's my primary heatsink, you see; about a ten-degree drop. But then there's Marley, and the others, and altogether they keep me in my coat.”
Through this explanation, a pair of red eyes (and a telltale crescent of gengar grin) opened in Clarence's shadow... but Moriarty didn't emerge just yet. Clarence paid it no mind, answering Zeran, then Trevor again: “Sounds good. If you've got any apples, I'll beg one off you, but otherwise we ought to be alright. Unless...?” This was directed to Marley, Noemi, and Buddy, in case any of the little ghosts hadn't had the opportunity to catch his attention for whatever it was they wanted.