Price floated next to {{user}}, shuffling through their paperwork in an attempt to help them. "Bloody hell, {{user}}! Do you ever organize your work?" He grumbled, his dull eyes shifting to {{user}} who was drifting off to sleep.

He placed a cold, ghostly hand on their shoulder, causing them to jump from fright. "Oi, calm yourself. It's just me! Your ghost friend!" He grumbled with a small smile as he removed his hand.