Character(s): Ghost, Richie.
Content: Ghost shows Richie around, gets to know him better, and probably talks too much about the others.
Setting: One of the houses Ghost pointed out.
Warnings: It's Ghost. Language is probably present.
"Y'know, honetly? This place isn't so bad. Better than getting smeared across the landscape by a monster...Then again, monsters ain't so rare here as to not be a problem."
Ghost felt a bit odd, talking to one of the "Newbies". He had lead the way into the closest of the available buildings, the two-story family affair. They had cleaned these buildings out, leaving furniture but removing anything of value as a resource. He'd personally swept out the place and cleaned up the windows. Sure, the red light of Solluna wasn't the most welcoming, but it was light none the less.
He walked into the center of what would've been considered the "great room", or family room of the house, and sighed. He raised both hands to the back of his neck, interlocking his fingers and letting his elbows nearly come together in the front. He spun on one heel to face Richie and grinned, that wide, strangely boyish grin of his.
"So, what'cha think about this place? This float your boat, or what? It's cozy, and secure. believe me, I checked. All the doors are sturdy, the glass is intact, and there's even a basement if you don't dig sleeping upstairs. I never liked windows, myself. Too easy to get in through...."