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[ghostlighter]

[Hi, Plane! It's been a while! In celebration of Chris finally deciding to come back to the Plane, now freshly off his experiment, he is... on a futon. Face down. With a pillow over his head. The phone on the bedside table that came with him cuts off mid-ring (not the greatest reception here, don't'cha know), and there's something of a relieved

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[breathenothing]

[Naminé sees him, frowns a bit, and makes her way over. She stops a few feet away and tilts her head slightly.]

Um... Chris? Are you alright?

[ghostlighter]

What? [Sits up reluctantly, pulling the pillow off his head and automatically brushing a hand through his hair. He looks younger than she probably remembers.] ... excuse me?

[breathenothing]

[She notices! She kind of blinks a few times, wondering if maybe she's seeing things... then decides maybe she was just too startled last time from arriving here in the first place to really get a good look at him. She tries for a smile.]

You look really tired. I came over to make sure that you're alright.

[ghostlighter]

[He tilts his head back and forth a bit.]

I'm fine. Thanks, though, uh... Naminé.

[thedeltaqueen]

[And now there is a cat balanced on the edge of the bedside table, nosing at the phone.] Ain't you supposed to pick that thing up first before it stops ringing?

[ghostlighter]

[What. He pulls the pillow halfway off and gives the cat a bland look.]

Usually. Unless you just don't want to answer it.

[thedeltaqueen]

[She gives it a final, disinterested sniff before jumping back down so she's sitting more at level with him.] Don't see why you wouldn't want to. Ignorin' it ain't gonna do much to stop that damned noise.

[ghostlighter]

Trust me, the noise would be even worse if I had.

[contract_star]

...Chris?

[ghostlighter]

What.

[contract_star]

[Lowers his voice.] You feeling alright?

[ghostlighter]

[Well, since it's Hei, he just phases through the pillow and sits up. He rubs at the bridge of his nose, but nods.] ... Yeah, I'm fine.

[exserpens]

[Oh, Crowley has had days exactly like this, Chris. Some of them on the Plane, even. He knows allll about it.]

[...that isn't going to stop him from pestering you, however.]

[A little green snake glides toward the futon, stopping a few feet away.]

Well. If it isn't the Prodigal Ssson.

[ghostlighter]

[What. What is that-Chris lifts his head and glances in the direction of the hiss-speaking. A... snake. That's a new one. Give him a minute before he makes the connection.]

[exserpens]

What, never ssseen a talking sssnake before?

[ghostlighter]

Snakes, yes. Talking snakes? ... Gonna have to say you're the first.

[crowheaded]

Rise and shine, Fairy Boy. [Because Chris needs another nickname.]

[ghostlighter]

What.

[crowheaded]

[Ikki makes it a point to pick up the phone.]

Astral Plane to Fairy Boy. Astral Plane to Fairy Boy. Ring ring ring.

[ghostlighter]

[FWUMP. That is the sound of Chris tossing the pillow at whoever is trying to aggravate him now. They succeeded.]

"Fairy Boy"?!