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He wasn’t listening ( which wasn’t exactly new ) but with his airpods in and his playlist running, Ghost didn’t hear what the lady who’d grabbed his sleeve had said at first. All that he heard his name: Casper. He furrowed his eyebrows…she didn’t look familiar. But then he shrugged. None of them did really. “Look, if we banged and you forgot something in my place—-” How else would she know his name? It was only saved for official documents and hookups ( because he felt Casper sounded a lot better than Ghost being screamed out during the big O ). “-— I leave all the shit with the Super, so just ask him.” He threw her a quick smile, before turning to leave.
She recoiled slightly, not so much from his assumption or his tone, but at the concept itself. No part of her expected him to remember her or recognize her -- she knew he almost certainly hadn’t been looking for her the way she’d been looking for him, but still. It was better than being pepper sprayed or something similar, though. So that was a silver lining. “N-no,” she stammered, before rushing forward and grabbing his arm. “I’m not an old fling. I’m...your sister.” Clara could only hope this was the first time that sentence had ever been uttered. “Half-sister, I guess. I don’t really think of you that way.” He was the only real family she cared to find or reunite with.














