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Guh it’s been too long since posting IRIS stuff idk what to do or how to post anymore lol

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Girl <3

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Girls 🥰🥰🥰

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Y’all already know Shells is hot 👉👈

Wanted to draw her in a little summer design :)c

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Shells would wear those super short jean shorts that the pockets (and her ass) literally hang out the bottoms :)🫶

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"what, am I not allowed to look at you? with P n whoever :3

"Do you ever grow up, Shells?" P asked, shifting some papers around on its desk.

Shells stuck her tongue out at it and made a teasing little noise, while the recipient of said teasing simply rolled its eyes and made a noise of complaint back.

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

It wasn't even facing her, but it could see her continue sticking her tongue out thanks to its own quirk.

Eventually, Shells stopped and crossed her arms with a pout, "That's kind of mean, Paulie."

P sat back in his chair and rubbed his face and eyes, spots dotting his vision. "I know, I'm sorry. I've just got a lot to deal with right now is all. I shouldn't be taking it out on you, though."

"No, you shouldn't," Shells said, then she smirked. "You know... I could be really petty."

"Oh, I know," P said briefly, and in a blink of his anomalous eye, Shells was next to him, hand covering his neck and holding his hands to his face. He broke free just fast enough to see the mischievous look on her face before she covered both eyes on his face. "What, I'm not allowed to look at you, now?"

Shells' smile grew wider and she giggled. "I think I like you just like this right now, actually." She stuck her tongue back out and this time P could do nothing but sigh, completely unknowing.

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Ghosting

A/N: character death warning by technicality, generally just sad though.

Paulie didn't flinch at the sound of wind that entered his apartment, nor the cold that washed over him as a sign that a ghost was near.

Not just any ghost, his ghost.

He could feel Shells hovering over his shoulder, her hands trailing briefly over his bare skin as he brushed his teeth in the bathroom mirror. The glass reflected his face back to him, eyes rimmed by red and tiredness, but Shells was barely visible behind him, just barely corporeal these days.

"Hi," she spoke quietly, her voice whisking away in the sound of wind she emitted. Staring at Paulie's bared neck and holding him as he leaned over to spit out his toothpaste.

It cupped its hands, filled them with water, and rinsed its mouth out before standing back up to dry off.

Its eyes drifted to Shells' reflection carefully, then down to her hands on it, placing its hands gently on hers. It could feel nothing but its own skin.

"Hello," it said, in a tone just as quiet and gentle. She was suddenly looking older in her reflection, and when it turned to look at her. "It's been a long while since you've come around."

"I'm sorry," came the quick reply.

"Nothing to be sorry for," he responded just as fast, turning to face her. He had to look up even more than he used to, thanks to her floating form, and he smiled fondly.

She didn't smile back.

"You remember I don't have much more time on this plane, don't you?"

Paulie's eyes softened. "I don't forget... but I hoped you would. Just so we could have one more night together without worries."

Shells did smile then, head drifting down to kiss Paulie's hands in silence. "You've grown softer. I missed this side of you, Paul."

"I missed you." Gentle words, gentle hands, gentle eyes.

The ghost's hair floated around like they were surrounded by a giant pool of water together, and neither could even pretend like breathing was the first thing on their minds. She lifted her head back up, eyes meeting his. "I loved you. A lot, Paul."

"You know I can't--"

"I know. But that doesn't take away my truth. You grew up as my brother, and my best friend, and you were there on my last days." Somehow, she floated even closer, and the cold seeped into Paulie's already cold skin. "And I have to wonder, to trust, that had you met your half-end before I, that you would have done everything in your power to make sure we'd stay together."

Paulie's jaw twinged with her words, even as her voice grew weaker, as she faded in front of its eyes. "I would have, yes. I could have saved you, and I wouldn't have been trapped nearly as long if I'd had you to go back to. But that's the past. It's finished. There's no going back."

"There's no going back," Shells repeated. "And I wouldn't want to." Her hands roamed to the back of its neck and she placed another kiss on its shoulder before placing her head down on it.

He wrapped his arms around her as best as he could and closed his eyes, standing alone in his bathroom once again.

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Part 2, with colour :)

P is his emo phase :)