وأعتقد أنك ترى أن ابن سقوط المزيد والمزيد

[laa_takfi]

[Visitors to the third floor might notice a very bored ghost hanging around. At first glance, he doesn't seem much different from any other ghost... or does he? Liquid hasn't strayed far from Ocelot for a while. It wasn't as if he could go terribly far from him while the man had his goddamn arm. The fool might just decide to cut it off one day.

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[talibsponge]

[A kid passes by, looks like he's distracted by his phone. So distracted that it's surprising that he can even walk down the hallway without bumping into anything.]

[Attempt to scare Y/N?]

[laa_takfi]

[A ghostly hand rests on his shoulder, soft, ice-cold lips brushing against his ear as he speaks in perfect arabic.]

/What's so interesting that it would disregard your safety?/

[talibsponge]

[!]

[Frauq spun around in place, nearly dropping his phone.]

/Oh, it's just you. What's your face./

[Goes back to texting.]

/It's none of your business as to what I'm doing./

[laa_takfi]

...

/Do I know you?/

[He takes a look, anyway.]

[daikiraina_boku]

[And here is an oblivious Crazycon, walking down a hallway.]

[laa_takfi]

Lost?

[After hearing about a Liquid marrying a version of this nerd, he's not happy with Emmeriches.]

[daikiraina_boku]

...

[He paused at that voice--no, just imagining it. Just like all the other hallucinations.]

[laa_takfi]

Doc~tor...

[He lightly kissed the back of his neck, mockingly. An ice-cold touch from an ice-cold man...]