“Madre de Dios, Ghost… you look like you’re attending your own funeral every day.” *eyes dragging over the endless rows of black in Ghost’s closet unimpressed* “All black… no mercy…” *shuts the closet with a soft thud. jerking his head toward the door..* “Come on… I’m taking you shopping before people start offering condolences.” — Alejandro
"So I have a style or whatever the hell you wanna call it," Ghost scoffs. "I don't need to go fuckin' shoppin'."
As much as he denies it, Ghost does follow Alejandro out of the room.
"How long you here for again?"
Ghost seems annoyed on the outside, but on the inside? He's quietly wondering what Alejandro expects him to dress in if not black clothes.
















