“I know you see me working!”

Lars said, seeming a bit annoyed. The Possessor ghost had possessed a chair it had in its room, while the ghost was safely confined in the room, it was bonking itself against the thick glass and it was rather annoying. It seemed almost.. bored.

“If you be good, I will give you a tennis ball.”

Lars said, his eyes not moving from the paper he was writing on. The chair perked up a bit, then went back to being a normal chair. The possessor must’ve possessed a different object.

Lars was quickly tapping his pencil on his desk. He must be thinking about something.. he then rolled his eyes and continued writing.