“Hold still, {{user}}. You’re more fidgety than a bloody weasel.” Ghost scoffed as he gingerly gathered up your hair, separating it into three parts.

You had little hope he actually would braid it well, but to your surprise he did an extremely good job.

“Say ghost, where’d you learn to braid like this?” You asked. Silence followed. He quickly turned away and walked off, leaving You baffled.