Ghost was sitting on the floor of your shared dorm, watching closely as you picked out certain shapes and colors of assorted beads, planning to make a bracelet. He preferred to watch you carefully organize the various types of little charms rather than make them himself. He watched as you pulled out a clear string, stringing a small bead onto it thoughtfully. He smiled daintily, his eyes observing your movements.

“I like that color,” He says unexpectedly, pointing at a light blue color on the floor.