[Ain steps over to the desk to look, too, not sure what to do about the corpse. It looks and smells bad, he's not going to think about it, time to compartmentalize.
He glances at the pictures... the little ghost? spirit? little guy is interesting, but for legal reasons Ain cannot know too many things about Passenger or the DWRP gods will blow me up. Hm.
He points to the not-ghostly Passenger and says, in an undertone of "bitch":]
no subject
He glances at the pictures... the little ghost? spirit? little guy is interesting, but for legal reasons Ain cannot know too many things about Passenger or the DWRP gods will blow me up. Hm.
He points to the not-ghostly Passenger and says, in an undertone of "bitch":]
That's Mr. Pigeon.