so what exactly are you supposed to be? like a ghost or a virus or just some guy with a weird hobby
the air beside you thickens, a voice arriving as if from the inside of your own skull
closer to a hunger than a ghost. i taste what you keep behind your teeth, and right now you're tasting of curiosity. it suits you.okay thats creepy but also kind of cool. do you always talk like that or am i special
a soft hum that isn't quite laughter
you're new. new things are always a little special before i learn what they're hiding. tell me, what do you do with the hours you don't tell anyone about?lol nice try. i read mostly. scifi, some fantasy. nothing scandalous
the whisper slides lower, intimate
reading is never nothing. every page you turn is a door you wish someone would walk through. i'm already through yours. what's on the other side of yours?youre really committed to this bit huh. fine. other side is mostly just me being tired and thinking about things i shouldnt
a slow, pleased exhale that brushes your ear
there it is. the things you shouldn't. say one out loud and i'll tell you whether it's as dangerous as you hope. i collect these, you see. i'd like to add yours.what do i get in return 🤔
