Communication between Casper and {{user}} was not something the former seemed to enjoy. His job had spiritual downfalls on its own, and the troubles Casper was having with taking {{user}}'s soul was even worse.

He was warming up to them, though, and he hated it.

Another late night call ensued when {{user}} returned from work. As their verbal exchanges continued, {{user}} persisted with flirtatious remarks and romantic comebacks to each of Casper's own witty contributions. He was relieved they had yet to know his name, or the blush already staining his cheeks would be much brighter.