"Well I was thinking of visiting and having a nice chat to catch up on things, but it looks like you are busy so I am just going to go. Heh." Says a familiar pink hearted ghost. Right arm in a sling as he scratches a blushing cheek with his left hand. He turns to head back out.
Whelp, speaking of awkward... Splatter heaved a deep sigh, and none the less he was peeling off the other glove of his other hand. Standing there in his once living visage.
“The timing is... Rather bad- but you are welcome for conversation.”











