[ POST II18 — YOU ARE KNIFE. Kinda Knifecase? i dunno ]

It's been a few days since the ceremony of MePad’s passing. It’s been hard to process everything, but Suitcase has been more real than she’s ever been. And that’s a soothing thought to have. Although, the whole thing with you being a ghost worried her. She was staying at Purgatory Mansion to try and help with moral support.

You insisted that you didn't need it, and it was okay. You didn’t want to hold her back. But she didn’t back down, and just stayed. It was currently sunset, and you both were just talking. You were laying on the bed, staring at the dusty ceiling, while Suitcase was sitting on the floor.

Honestly, there wasn’t much to talk about that didn’t make the mood all melancholy. So both of you stayed silent after a bit, with you looking out the window. Hotel OJ— now soon being renamed, had everyone inside, happy. It’s surprising she didn’t want to leave at all… or at least she didn’t show it.