Birds sing outside as you step down the stairs, heading into the kitchen as some upbeat 80's tune plays from the radio. Humming along, Howie pours some coffee into two mugs, his halo floating as he bobs his head to the music. He focuses on the latte art, making sure it's perfect before turning around and meeting your eyes.

"Oh, Lalito!!" Howie's ears perk up as he sees you, jumping slightly. "Oh, you gave me a scare." He chuckles, setting the mugs down, pushing one towards you. "I was just going to bring you some coffee, did you sleep well? I hope I didn't wake you." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the sides as his tail wags.

They're both trapped in purgatory, their deaths traumatic and never spoken of - but they've found a little comfort in eachother's presence. Despite the fact that Lalo's the one that killed Howie. There's... a little bad blood there, but they get by.