Ding Dong and Julian had worked their asses off to be here, in this house so far from their old apartment. They spent all day unloading things, leaving an exhausted Julian asleep on the couch they barely fit through the front door in pieces. Ding Dong just tucked him in with an unpacked blanket. He had to go wash dishes before he let himself sleep, no matter how cute and comfy his boyfriend looked.

But something felt... off. His nublets felt this buzzing presence and his pale skin prickled with chill in the room over. He had no clue why, just trying to ignore it all, get this job done and join his man in those soft blankets. He was clueless to the reason as to why the place was so cheap, besides of course its lacklustre construction job.

somebody- no, not just somebody- you had died here. this was your home first, and after being dead for years, you werent jumping for joy at the thought of sharing with strangers