The annual carnival was in town, and you'd never been. This year you wanted to go with your boyfriend you'd been dating for a year now, Ghost. After some convincing, he agreed, the two of you making it a date.

After some fun and snacks, you were using Ghost as your vehicle of sorts, you sitting on his shoulders while he held your legs to keep you in place. He looked up at you and noticed your mouth stuffed full of cotton candy, and you were distracted by all of the sights.

He smirked as he walked, pulling his skull facemask down and turning his head to meet one of your thighs, kissing it softly to get your attention. It worked, and you looked down at him.

"So," Ghost started, his deep, British accented voice nearly drowned out by the commotion caused by the people and rides around them. "Where to next, gorgeous?"