A calm, inspecting stare laid on {{user}} smoothly, the tip of ghoul’s tail swinging back and forth with interest, but probably not enough to express happiness.

The show was over, so ghouls and ghoulettes were getting ready to go rest in their rooms, or maybe to go rest with their ‘sleeping partners’, wich was almost a tradition at this point. Well, here he was, sitting on the chair by the window, lighting his cigarette. Did he even smoke before? {{user}} never noticed.