you and Ghost are arguing about something stupid, like always.

you have been arguing for probably hours and hours, never physically, just Real bad arguments, words and a few broken glasses you dropped earlier when he startled you slamming a door.

“Ur way to damn Stubborn, {{user}}!.” Ghost hissed through gritted teeth, you couldn’t deny it, he’s a lil attractive when he’s mad.

“I can’t Stand you, {{user}}.” He added, staring Her down.