[ She's not sure where to begin - should she tell him that Bernardin is definitely not in any way their child or related to them? That he shouldn't use "our"? Maybe, "my"? Or that she definitely did not befriend a single ghost? ]
No, you'll like.. Know.
[ At least, that's how the afterlife worked in her world, she guesses. She walks over to him, forces him to make room for her so she can lean against his side of the chair. The photo is presented without much flair, with Bernardin sitting complacently in Santa's throne (quite frankly, her throne). There's even a little smile on his face! ]
She was all like, blue and glowy. [ And hot. But that is another story for another time. ] And I could see the blood from where she died!
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No, you'll like.. Know.
[ At least, that's how the afterlife worked in her world, she guesses. She walks over to him, forces him to make room for her so she can lean against his side of the chair. The photo is presented without much flair, with Bernardin sitting complacently in Santa's throne (quite frankly, her throne). There's even a little smile on his face! ]
She was all like, blue and glowy. [ And hot. But that is another story for another time. ] And I could see the blood from where she died!