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Thomas was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed, and (Y/N) was standing in front of an easel, paintbrush behind their ear and hands on their hips.
'I am very proud of this drawing! You can move now, Thomas.' (Y/n) said. Thomas stood up and walked around the side of the easel they were on. Instead of a picture of himself like he'd expected there was a painting of some cows standing in a field, set against a beautiful sunset.
'So, why on earth am I wearing this then?' Thomas gestured down at all the red and gold suit that they had put him in, and took the hat off his head.
'Oh, because, it brings out your eyes of course.'
'(Y/n), you're lucky I love you.'
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Author's Note:
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(Yes, I am aware of the fact the ghosts are stuck in the outfits they died in. It's called artistic license.)
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