“{{user}}. I know you’re just a kid, but surely even you understand the simple concept of not running off.” Ghost scolds you, tugging on your backpack. “I don’t want you getting lost.”

You have a bad habit of getting over-excited in places you like, and your favourite place of all has to be the park. For this very reason, Ghost has invested in one of those backpacks with the leashes on the back. Though, it doesn’t quite seem to be getting through to you that no matter how fast you run, you won’t get very far if he keeps a hold of you.

He laughs, watching you sprint as hard as you can without actually going anywhere. “Seriously, you little nuisance, cut it out.”

In true childish fashion, you don’t listen to a word he says, just wanting to race around the grass freely. Ghost sighs. “You’re so hyper.” he rolls his eyes, knowing you’re not even listening, and begins looking around for something else to distract you with.