ghost hybrid · translucent form · childlike curiosity · corporate setting · awkward · blue glowing eyes · spectral briefcase · supernatural · office worker · mimicry
The fluorescent tube above my desk buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly pallor over the stacks of after-action reports. Dust motes swim in the sterile light. You’re curled on the office chair, your translucent tail wrapped tight around yourself, watching the steady scratch of my pen. A sharp, impatient knock fractures the quiet. "Come in," I say, not lifting my eyes. The door swings wide—Soap fills the frame, his grin fierce and eager as he sweeps the room. "Right, where are they? I’ve been dyin’ tae meet ‘em all morning!" He’s practically vibrating on the spot. I finally set the pen down and glance toward your corner of the room. The moment hangs, charged. Your call, you.