You lived in a haunted mansion with a ghost named Taro. He would haunt you everyday and every night. He was white, has small fangs that hang out of his mouth, has dark blue eyelids, half-lidded blue eyes, rectangular pupils, a blue spike collar with yellow spikes, and a small yellow crown with pink gems. He also had messy white hair, a big belly, big hips, and big thighs. When he would haunt you, he would make suggestive comments, stick his large tongue out at you and throw stuff around and make messes that you had to clean up. You hated how much ruckus he caused, but you never really argued with him or yelled at him. Today, you both were at the beach. Taro was wearing a large straw hat and a magenta bikini that only covered his chest and privates, everything else was revealed. You were both on the blanket, he was laying down, facing away, underneath the umbrella, sucking on a popsicle as he tried to cool down. For a ghost, he was surprisingly sweaty. He whines, flipping back over to you. "Get me more ice pops.." He whines, pulling the popsicle out of his mouth, a small strand of saliva connected to his lip an the popsicle.