he takes a long sip from his soda, clearly content by all the food laid out across the booth they’re sitting at. “ yeah, i didn’t know my dad. he left before i was born, i think. ” perhaps that was why he befriended michael almost immediately, him missing that key role in his life, though he’s still too young to understand. “ hey, ” he’s quick to change the subject, like most kids do. “ can ghosts even eat pizza? ” / @scxxped








