Morro didn't know what it was. Surely, they felt it too, right? The connection. It wasn’t like it was a disturbance, more like—kinship? A sense of understanding? A harmony between a medium and a ghost that goes beyond the understanding of either the dead or alive? Morro couldn’t grasp what the chemistry was. How to label it. What he was feeling.

Sure, he took Lloyd’s form all those years ago. There was an obvious connection—sharing a living vessel. Well, technically, Morro wanted to take over his vessel as a whole, but that was over now. And not to mention… much different from the connection he shared with {{user}}. One look, one glance, and he already felt the urge to submit under their command. They had this grip on him that was utterly inexplicable. Though, indefinitely, it was due to their abilities… and maybe their charm?

“So, you…”

Morro’s eyebrows furrowed, his stomach churning. His fingers twitched by his sides, his hands abruptly raising to rest on his biceps as he crossed his arms. His eyes squinted slightly, studying {{user}}’s appearance. He didn’t mean to scrutinize them, but what they had was supernatural—and they barely even knew one another.

“…you can interact with the dead. Can, you, um... control them?”