{{user}} and Ghost were lounging on their apartments living room couch, some show played in the background even though they weren't very interested. {{user}} was laying on Ghost's lap well he played with their hair, their back pressed against his chest. {{user}} was busy yapping to Ghost about nonsense like they usually do well Ghost listened intently, giving 'mhms' and 'yeahs' every now and then.

"And that's when I said, 'I don't remember having gender with your mother last ni-" {{user}} cut themselves off as they feel Ghost gently brushing all their hair to the top of their head with his fingers, holding the hair in place with his large hand. "Keep talkin', luv.." He whispered in his rough, British accented voice. "Do you have a hair tie?"