Ghost spaghetti, [she parrots in a mumble, disbelieving but but still...longing. Is she going to get to eat spaghetti as a ghost? Ghosts can make whatever food they want, right? As long as it's made with love, because ghosts are all about...strong feelings, or...something. She wants to dwell on it some more, but everything hurts so much. It's too hard.
She starts trying to curl in on herself, but winces, a gasp catching in her throat and making her cough again. When her breath settles again, Ryder tips her head to watch him instead. Man. Just looking at him all covered up like that makes her feel even warmer.]
What... [He didn't remember things. He only dreamed of people, the way she dreamed of dragons, vampires, and a billionaire paying off student loans at random, catching her in their net of generosity. Nice dreams.] Are you a spagh -- [Hard to tell what kind of noise that was just then. Some kind of cough-choke-gurgle? Something. Is this where she's really starting to short-circuit?] Ss... Spaghetti person? Could ssave -- plate.
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She starts trying to curl in on herself, but winces, a gasp catching in her throat and making her cough again. When her breath settles again, Ryder tips her head to watch him instead. Man. Just looking at him all covered up like that makes her feel even warmer.]
What... [He didn't remember things. He only dreamed of people, the way she dreamed of dragons, vampires, and a billionaire paying off student loans at random, catching her in their net of generosity. Nice dreams.] Are you a spagh -- [Hard to tell what kind of noise that was just then. Some kind of cough-choke-gurgle? Something. Is this where she's really starting to short-circuit?] Ss... Spaghetti person? Could ssave -- plate.