it was dinner time in the lunch hall, and everyone was eating their dinner. You sat with ghost, your friend. You shoved potatoes in your mouth, chewing

“You know?” you said after swallowing your food “maybe you have no bitched because under your mask, you look like deadpool.” you laughed

“And maybe under that fucking uniform you look like you’re 10 pounds away from heart failure” ghost snapped back, his voice seething with anger