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Braylon almost shrieked when the ghost started flying in the air with a lopsided grin plastered on his face. He was twisting and turning around him and was shooting in and out of rooms through the walls instead of using the doors. Braylon waited for a while to see if he would stop, but nope, he started to play with the lights. The ghost was switching the lights on and off in every single room.

/ Oh fun, he is a brat/

“Hey! Get down here...”

The half demon weakly tried to persuade the playful one. He finally stopped moving but was now hanging upside down from the ceiling while grinning cheekily at him. Braylon bit his lip nervously, thinking that it might be a good idea to start with an introduction.

“Well okay, ummm, that’s better I think. So… hi? I’m Braylon. I’m here to help you so… can you tell me your name? I don’t want to call you ‘it’.”

The ghost started to pout, sinking through the ceiling until only his hair and eyes could be seen. Braylon started panicking and waved his hand anxiously in an attempt to stop the ghost that was in front of him.

“Oh! Um… you don’t have to answer me… just take your time ok? I’ll be staying here for a while, look.” He stepped aside to show his luggage. “If you feel like talking, please don’t hesitate to call me! Err… now I need a place to sleep… so if you don’t mind…”

Braylon bravely dragged his stuff forward, peeking into the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom and finally found the bedroom. Each room was a bit dusty, but it was habitable and neatly furnished. Now the half demon started to wonder where he should sleep.

If the ghost has haunted this place for eight months it surely meant that this apartment is something that holds great meaning to him and the bedroom might have been his own. Braylon nodded to himself and turned back to the living room, trying to ignore how the ghost slowly revealed more about himself. He was slowly dropping down from the ceiling to the floor. It was a bit eerie but Braylon has seen creepier things down in the underworld. The only difference was, that Adan never let him near the spirits. It's still a new feeling to him, but he could handle it.

Suddenly a cold wisp of air rushed past him. The young spirit stood proudly at the entrance to the living space and pointed to the bedroom.

“Oh,” Braylon raised one of his eyebrows. “I can sleep in the bedroom? Isn’t it yours?”

The ghost just looked at him and shrugged, not giving a single sound from him.

“It’s okay, the couch looks comfy enough for me.” Says Braylon, while carefully looking at the other’s reaction which resulted in a scrunched up face and a small shake of his head. Braylon was going to continue his protesting but the ghost just huffed and picked up his bags like it was nothing. He moved past Braylon towards the bedroom. The half demon took his chance to look at the spirit closely. He looked younger than his actual age, had chocolate brown hair, was tall and had some muscles.

Braylon shook his head, softly slapping his cheeks to stop checking the ghost out before following him into the brightly lit bedroom. His bags were stacked on the bed and the ghost was once again doing flips in the air.

“Don’t you get tired- … oh, you’re a ghost.” Braylon scratched his neck dumbly. The other grinned at him brightly and plopped himself down on the bed while patting the spot next to him and looking expectantly at Braylon.

“Ah,” The florist was a bit flustered, “I need to wash up a bit… I’ll be right back, wait a minute”

He quickly approached his smallest bag to find all his hygiene products and quickly left the room to do his business in the bathroom, aware of the spirit’s eyes that were fixated on him.

A few minutes later Braylon found himself lying on the left side of the really soft bed, facing the ghost who was in the same position again with a big grin plastered on his face. The half demon scanned the other’s clothing. He was wearing a large black hoodie and dark grey sweatpants while he himself was wearing an oversized white sweater and black sweatpants. The spirit was staring at him with his round eyes as if he was waiting for Braylon to say something.

So he did.

“Ummm… do you sleep?” A nod.

“Will you sleep here tonight?” Another nod.

“Oh… well, it’s getting late and I’m a bit sleepy now… I’m going to sleep, okay?” Two nods with a warm smile.

“Will you talk to me tomorrow?”

There was a moment of silence before the other stretched out his hand, his palm facing up. Braylon stared at it in confusion, not sure of what to do, so he just mirrored the younger’s action. The spirit lightly traced his finger on Braylon’s palm, writing out a ‘maybe’ and retracted his hand back to tuck it under his head. The demon stared at his own hand, feeling the light coldness that was lingering in it. He was still a bit fascinated by how the other could make himself solid whenever he wanted. He was determined to learn more about the spirit tomorrow, already satisfied with the little progress he made today.

“Okay then… goodnight kid.”