“Definitely not.” Ghost Said firmly, a scoff leaving his throat as he turned his head away. “Pleeease?” You pleaded, “You can take them off later!” You waved the sticker sheet in front of him, eyes pleading. This was all because you had asked to put stickers on his mask, for fun of course.

He let out a long, dramatic sigh. “No pictures?” He raised a brow under his mask. “No pictures.” You assured.

He caved. Sitting down on the bed, he let you come over with the sticker sheet.