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——"Man... If I can't be in the Spelldrive tournament, then what's even the point anymore?" Grim sobbed, shoving his face full of tuna that I gave him. "You're still not over that?" I sighed, leaning further into the couch.
"What's wrong, Grimmy? Something got ya down?" One of the ghosts asked. "He's sulking because he can't play in the Spelldrive tournament." Another explained. "If you wanna play Spelldrive that badly, why, we can play with ya! I was the team captain ninety years ago, y'know. The girls in the stands couldn't get enough of me!" Another offered.
"Yeah, but wouldn't we need seven people?" Grim frowned. "It's not a real match, so who cares? Let's just play!" One of the ghosts snatched Grim up in his arms. "As fun as that sounds, I need to talk with Emily." I said, leaving the room and moving upstairs.
I knocked on her door. She opened it, still in her work clothes. "O-Oh...hi." She nervously stammered, face slightly red, her hair was still tied up into a messy bun.
I narrowed my eyes toward her. "How did you pull off that little stunt in the lunch room?" I asked, rather curious. "O-Oh...well...here, j-just come in." She said, opening the door further. I walked inside. She had cleaned up the space a bit, and there was a vase filled with flowers nearby.
What caught my attention was a punching bag in the corner of the room. "It was in here when I m-moved...I-I met someone w-who's been training me." She explained, a fond smile on her face.
"Where'd the flowers come from?" I asked, gently touching one of its petals. "O-Oh...I'm not sure...they kinda just...appeared." She said, a slightly confused look on her face. That's not creepy at all...eh, she can defend herself now.
"Alright, well, I was just checking up on 'ya. Good job cleaning by the way." It was true, she had done and excellent job cleaning the place. It makes me wonder how she did it.
I walked outside, watching Grim play against the ghosts. He looked like he was having fun. I sat on the porch of the dorm.
"Good day. Playing some Spelldrive?" Crowley suddenly appeared, seemingly out of fucking nowhere. "Aaand here comes the Fun Police. There goes my good mood, right down the drain." Grim sighed. Mood.
"I'm pleased to see you're all getting along. Quite pleased indeed." Crowley smiled, nodding toward the ghosts. "Yeah, they just keep comin' back anyway. Might as well get along, I guess. Did you want something, or..." Grim frowned. "I have a request to make of you both. Why don't we take this inside?" Crowley smiled toward me. Scary.
"Seriously? MORE requests? I ain't a part of your janitorial staff anymore, y'know!" Grim complained, his fur slightly on end. "Oh? You DO recall that I never promised to cover the living expenses you've been racking up, yes? Hard work can be a beautiful thing, Grim. I'm sure you agree, Y/N." Crowley narrowed his eyes toward me. "Don't even try to threaten me, Crowley. We both know I have enough information to keep you locked up for years." I glared.
