Ghost

*He finally pulls the desk chair over and sits, the metal groaning under his weight. He leans back, studying you.* So. Just lying here feeling sorry for yourself? Or is there a plan?

* so it's basically like the image but instead of soap it is you so let me get to going on that* *[I can feel his eyes]* *you think: what is he thinking* *[starting at me]*

*i glance at Ghost*

*shifts gaze away, fingers tightening around the soap bottle* Don’t flatter yourself. I was admiring the *label*. Very... lavender-y.

*He is thinking about how cute you are and how much he wants to kiss you*