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“Marcellus! Stop! Someone is calling you!”

Braylon squirmed in the arms of the taller, trying to dodge the pouty expression directed at him.

“But you won’t let me go and see the ghost with you!”

“That’s because someone is calling you for the third time in the last ten minutes now.”

Braylon was starting to get annoyed by the beeping noise from Marcellus’ watch that has rang since they arrived at the florist’s home. The demon had offered to help Braylon pack his stuff from the small and cozy apartment right above the shop. They had bickered their way through it, Braylon protested because he didn’t have that much stuff and in the end it was only three bags.

Once they finished, the florist tried to say goodbye and urged the other to go do his job but Marcellus was persistent. He wanted to walk Braylon to his new apartment. So they end up tangled up in each other, one trying to escape and one holding on as tight as ever.

“Ugh!” The demon groaned loudly, letting the older go to press a button on his watch, which immediately silenced the beeping. “Why can’t they deliver their own messages and stuff?”

“Hey!” Braylon called out with a scowl, drawing out a deep chuckle from Marcellus, who draped himself over the half demon again.

“Not you! I like delivering your flowers.”

“You better.” The florist mumbled under his breath before starting to squirm again. “Okay, let go now. I can walk there by myself, you have a job to do. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Marcellus huffed, finally letting go but didn’t forget to plant a big kiss on the soft honey blond locks of Braylon before disappearing into thin air.

“Great, not even a goodbye. Sulking brat.”

Braylon muttered and set off, locking the shop behind him and walked over to the apartment. It was near, but Braylon never really had a purpose to walk past it, but now it was going to be his new home. He was quite excited to meet the ghost and hopes to befriend it, so he could have a new friend instead of just Adan and Marcellus.

The half demon pulled out a copy of the report, there were only a few words from the reapers but it helped Braylon to prepare himself mentally.

‘Male, 22 years old 8 months Doesn’t speak much, mischievous, smiles a lot. Overall, looks alive and healthy, not pale and gray like normal souls Capable of interacting with solid objects. Remembers his name but wouldn’t tell.’

Braylon scrunches up his face at the third line. He hopes that he would be able to coax the spirit to speak up more. He’s also surprised that it was still looking alive and well. Most souls start with a less saturated color than normal that fades over time.

A few moment later he reaches the apartment and makes his way in easily with the obtained keycard. Despite looking old on the outside, the apartment’s interior was warm and cozy. Decorated with antique furniture and small green plants.

/ I might consider living here myself when this whole thing is over. /

The half demon climbed the stairs up to the third floor, heading straight to number 307 and unlocked the door, trying to heave his luggage into the dark hallway inside the room.

Jaylon perked up at the sound of someone unlocking the door. He was lying on the bed, enjoying the silence and lost in his thoughts when the small beep of the electric lock was heard.

/Great, another one/

He mentally groaned, getting up and peeked his head out from the bedroom, squinting in the darkness. His apartment room was simple, a narrow hallway and if you look from the entrance door, the living room is on the right while the kitchen is on the left. Walk a bit further and the bathroom is right next to the kitchen, the bedroom is next to the living space. At the end of the hallway is a balcony, which has heavy thick curtains hiding the glass door.

Jaylon could see the outline of a small figure in the darkness with some light flooding in from outside. The guest tried flicking on the switch near the door a few times, but the ghost knew that it didn’t work since it broke a few weeks ago. He heard a small sigh and the door closed, before the hallway was dimly illuminated by small rays of light from a phone. Jaylon chuckled softly, pushing his bedroom door open and turned on the light so it can pour in the hallway for the other to see.

Jaylon watched as the smaller jumped a bit at the sudden light and slowly raised his head. The small catlike eyes were wide in the dimly lit hallway, pouty lips gaping at the sight in front of him while Jaylon felt himself freeze as well.

/Oh. It’s a pretty one this time. /