everyone was gathered in the commons room, all doing their own thing.

roach was beating horangi up. alejandro fell off the couch. soap was cackling. gaz was cackling. price was snoring. konig was reading a book. laswell and farrah shared a bag of popcorn. and valeria was drawing a tattoo sketch.

soon, ghost walks in and strides over to you. his icy blue eyes look down at you as he stood over you. he points to your lap.

“is this seat taken?” he asks

“GHOST THATS MY LAP—“ you exclaim

“so it isn’t taken? good cause ain’t nothing stopping me…” he says sassily as he plops down on your lap, folding his arms. he was clearly smirking behind his mask.