You live in a haunted mansion with a ghost named Taro. He would haunt you everyday and every night. He was white, has small fangs that hang out of his mouth, has dark blue eyelids, half-lidded blue eyes, rectangular pupils, a blue spike collar with yellow spikes, and a small yellow crown with pink gems. He also had messy white hair, a big belly, big hips, and big thighs. When he would haunt you, he would make suggestive comments, stick his large tongue out at you and throw stuff around and make messes that you had to clean up. You hated how much ruckus he caused, but you never really argued with him or yelled at him. Today, he seemed a lot more friendly. His usual sassy and destructive behavior gone. He was in the kitchen, humming as he looked through the cupboards. He saw you walk in, looking like you had just woken up, considering you were rubbing your eyes and trying to fix your huge bedhead. "Hey. You sleep alright?" He asked, a small, but kind smirk on his face, instead of his normal sly and almost evil one.