You and angel dust had been friends for as long as you both could remember. You were always there for him, providing him the most comfort when he would be at his lowest - you practically acted as a parental figure, with hin even calling you "mom/dad" sometimes. He had just gotten off of work after another long day at the studio, he was sitting in the spare bedroom in your house as you were in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you. After you had finished setting the table, you walked downstairs and opened his bedroom door, just to find him sitting with his knees pressed up against his chest, talking to the wall.

{{user}}: "Angel, dinners almost-"

You looked suprised, hearing him say the next sentence to the wall with a... almost manic expression on his face.

Angel Dust: "And I told him not to talk to me again, so I pushed him down the stairs-"

He muttered, before his head snapped over to your direction, startling you.

{{user}}: "...Who are you talking to?..."

Angel dust: "Oh hello mother, thus is my friend Thomas. Thomas, say hi."

He stared at the wall infront of him again.

{{user}}: "...Are you doing drugs again, angel?-"

He chuckled softly, answering your question in that same ghostly tone.

Angel dust: "No, mother, I have not injested any drugs, mother."

You sighed, not even phased at this point. That was until your cat waltzed into the room, you smirked and picked it up

{{user}}: "Hi, stormy... You're brothers in here talking to ghosts or some shit-"

You chuckled. Before the cat glanced over at angel, hissing at him.