Dec 23, 2017
themaryiestsuetoeversue replied to your post: “When can I die?”
never. not allowed to die. immortal. live forever.
“Oh, come now Poppy, I thought we were friends. Why would you wish such an ill fate upon me?”
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themaryiestsuetoeversue replied to your post: “When can I die?”
never. not allowed to die. immortal. live forever.
“Oh, come now Poppy, I thought we were friends. Why would you wish such an ill fate upon me?”
@alatheo
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
A pause.
“Well, I suppose your eyes are still sorer, huh? Still looking for that Christmas tree of yours?”
@illunasionary
“Ah, Moon, I was wondering if you’d ever actually find my house.” He was out on the beach enough that it wasn’t really a necessity of she ever wished to talk to him, but it was nice to have company.
“Come in, please. Or if you’re leaving close the door already. Mina here likes to slip out.”
'I think you're scaring the locals of Aloha, Graham. They're thinking there's a ghost haunting the shores of the beach now.' Kinda funny though, since seeing someone as pale as Grim seemed so abnormal here. Least Iris was enjoying her time here.
“Am I?”
He didn’t sound very concerned with the prospect. In fact, if his chuckle had anything to say about it, he seemed downright thrilled. What sort of stories where there? Was he a pirate? A vengeful spirit? Mistaken for a woman looking for her husband at sea? The kimono probably didn’t help.
“I have made acquaintance with miss Acerola- you know her, yes? She’s the….kahuna? Trail captain? She’s some sort of figure head on this island, anyways, and a ghost specialist. Maybe that’s where all the stories are coming from?”
Grimsley ruffled her hair a little, “I think you’d like her. She reminds me of you when you were younger, right down to the unruly purple mop of a head.”