Ghost FanFiction
After a great loss for Emilia, she is forced out of the reality she knew for her safety - safety she didn't know was in danger. Thus she'll end up bunking with elite war criminals, and butting heads with the members of Task Force 14...
"You wish your mouth could do anything for me!" He shouted.
I tried not to laugh — he's ridiculous and apparently bipolar; yesterday he was warm and kind, and now he's just a prick.
"I don't like to put dirty things in my mouth anyway!" I shouted back before slamming the door of my bedroom shut.
After our bickering the day before yesterday, I won't allow him to get on my nerves, I'll just laugh and get on his nerves. If he wants to be a twat, I can do it twice over and with a posh accent.
I took a quick shower and when I came out, in a bathrobe, Ghost was lying on my bed, peeling an apple with one of his knives.
A deep sigh left my mouth as I knelt in front of the suitcases to look for clothes to wear.
"Is that how you show your anger? By sighing annoyingly loud?" He asked in a sly tone.
I simply ignored him and pulled out a pair of jeans, a turtleneck sweater, a pair of socks and for shoes I'll wear the same boots as yesterday.
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"You need to get out so I can change," I told, getting up with the clothes in my hands.
Ghost just continued to peel his apple "I'm quite comfortable here, thank you."