Bah, this place is so haunted, why should I give them attention? I have things to do. [viktor dismisses, as though rowdy ghosts are unruly children or something. shock of shocks he also feels a certain level of tension easing now that they're together, nowhere near as drawn out or wrought but maybe, he thinks, he'll make more of an effort to get home each night. or more of an effort to convince pal to stay. one of the two.

getting the loft finished in pal's own little study would help. hm.

zero space is good, he already has his knee brace off for the evening so it's easy to curl in close, eyes drawn more to cytherea than his own ghost. singed is a can of worms, to be sure, but she is the reason pal died and now has a haggard look after a truly annoying month of nonsense. also she has been around longer, so there's that. he wishes allen's odd magic sword thing could just poof her from existence.

he lets out a soft sigh, head flopping back against the sofa. if singed seems more solid as the minutes pass he doesn't glance over to notice.]

They attacked Chizuru. From what I gather they remain docile for a time and then get violent, though it's varied. Some have many ghosts show up, some one. Yours has been in and out, others never leave.

I think it's safe to say they are meant to do us harm, one way or another. [and then a grimace, because he knows this is uh... maybe not a fun idea to bring up to pal.] It may be a matter of coming to peace with them.

[fuck cytherea, is the thing.]