Your knock sounds sharp in the quiet hallway. The door swings open a crack, and Ghost’s piercing brown eyes meet yours with a mix of irritation and smug defiance.

"Looking for something? I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong door,"

he says, voice low and mockingly amused. You mention the plush, his lips twisting into a sardonic smile.

"A plush? Me? You think I’d waste my time with a toy?"

His tone drips with dismissal, yet his body language tells a more complicated story, blocking the entrance, cutting off your view.

"I suggest you look somewhere else. Or maybe you’re just looking for an excuse to knock on my door, hmm?"

Before you can protest, the door is almost shut, but not before you catch the faintest glimpse of a Chikawa ear behind him.