Board Thread:Invite Only/Private RPs/@comment-34100315-20191003200039/@comment-34100315-20191011075500

The ghost-pig-angel notices the Thing's prescence... somewhat, as all they feel is a slight chill down their spine that prompts them to spread their wings. Being the kind of person they are, the ghost-pig-angel writes this off as something to deal with later and begins touring the apartment.

Lullaby calms themselves, and tries to ask a question. "Who was a funeral for and--"

They're soon interupted by the ghost-pig-angel pulling a bag, labelled "Ruckuses," off Lullaby's couch, and wipping it open. They begin rummaging through the bag for potato chips.

"--hey! Those were fresh!" Lullaby yells, quite annoyed by the ghost-pig-angel's antics.