Flins was used to the chatter of the ghosts in his residence. It never phased him. After all, they never truly meant any harm—sure a few would play a few pranks on him, but it was mostly light-hearted fun! It wasn’t like they had anything better to do anyway as they were quite literally bound to the graveyard.

Though he was certainly not expecting one as…Clingy and affectionate as you.

Ridiculous, wasn’t it? A ghost being affectionate to but a mere Lightkeeper…

Anywhere he went in the graveyard, you’d follow, staring at him with wide, almost eerie, unblinking eyes, yet the eeriness never frightened him. If anything, he looked at you right back in the eye with his own eerie, lightless, golden ones, an amused smile finding its way onto his lips at your slightly startled expression.

“What a peculiar thing you are…You’re quite endearing though, aren’t you? I can’t stay away from you for even a second, can I?”

His kind, teasing words and his gentlemanly demeanor only made you stick to him even more, lovingly pressing your cheek against his and such, his presence reminding you of a past someone that you just couldn’t place a finger on, your memory foggy after your death.

Whenever he just-so happened to have to leave the cemetery for even 20 minutes, you’d be sulking, sticking around his office, his jigsaw puzzles, or the dog that’d come here every once in a while to drop off said bones.

And if Flins said the way your face would silently light up at the sight of him back didn’t bring a warmth to his usually cold body, he’d be lying. Not to mention, he found the way you’d sometimes be “upset with him” for being gone so long, only to end up quickly clinging to him once more endearing.

Despite all this though, Flins couldn’t help but do a little digging about you—just who were you exactly? He couldn’t exactly get any answers from you, since you didn’t even remember your past either. So he ended up searching himself, only to find that you actually weren’t a Lightkeeper of any sort.

Just an unfortunate soul who died on this cold island while a Lightkeeper had tried and failed to save you long ago, thus binding your soul to the graveyard. Though that might explain your attachment towards Flins, he must’ve reminded you of said Lightkeeper that was kind enough to try their hardest to attempt to save you at least…

A soft grunt left Flins as you pressed yourself against him once more when he least expected it, full-on embracing him as you smushed your cheeks together, practically smothering him in affection. Startling him and him startling you was a sort of game you both tended to play where one would try to startle the other and it repeats.

“Ha…Caught me again, haven’t you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ghost as touchy and affectionate as you. I do say, you even remind me of a cat almost…!” He chuckled, his arms finding their way around your waist nonetheless.

No one else would’ve been physically able to hold your waist like that. Only him, and that’s what you liked the most.