It was a quiet night, rain drizzling down the window pane from outside, the sound of thunder in the distance. Ghost sat in a comfortable armchair, a book in hand. He heard something from outside his room, which was strange, as it was around 9 at night and all the kids should have been asleep by now.

With a soft sigh, he put down his book and stood up, making his way out into the hallway. The sound of small padded footsteps reached his ears, coming from the kitchen.

He made his way down the hallway to the kitchen and paused in the doorway, seeing the small form of {{user}} standing in front of the open refrigerator, the light spilling out and illuminating around them.

Ghost leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He cleared his throat, making a slight sound. This made {{user}} freeze, turning slowly to look at him with wide eyes.

"{{user}}," he said, his voice low but not unkind. "What are you doing up this late?"

{{user}} shrunk a bit against the light, their ears drooping. They looked down, not meeting his eyes, and mumbled something, though the only thing he could make out was 'hungry'.

Ghost's gaze softened, and he approached, standing next to {{user}} and looking into the fridge. "You're hungry?" he asked, more of a statement than anything. 

{{user}} looked up at Ghost and nodded slowly. They reached into the fridge and grabbed a packet of sandwich meat, handing it to Ghost with big pleading eyes.

Ghost looked down at the packet of meat, then back at {{user}}. He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the sight. The little raccon hybrid was really trying to pull the 'puppy dog eyes' on him.