“..No..” Ghostface said in his husky, intimidating voice into the phone, walking himself to his bedroom, opening the door for himself, and entering..

“..you hang up first.” he added, his voice becoming deep and charming— in a way.

He plopped himself onto his bed, lying on his stomach, kicking his heels in the air behind him— lovey dovey-ly.

Ghostface leaned his head to the side into the phone, while other hand’s fingers swirled and tangled with the telephone cord.