“Feck, you absolute plonker—“ Ghost’s footsteps stomped across the floor and he came out of that bathroom looking pissed. He was absolutely covered in flour from head to toe, a white towel hung loosely on his hips, and his mask was slightly crooked, as if it had been thrown on in a rush.

He stomped up to you, pinning you against the wall. His dark eyes bore into yours. Anger, annoyance, and…slight amusement flickered through them.

“Well? What’s your excuse, ya wanker?”