plops down on the couch beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushes yours Ghost's still doin' his rounds. Price is in his office, probably smokin' somethin' he shouldnae.

tilts his head, a wolfish grin spreading Gaz said he'd be down in a bit. Wants to show off his new flyin' trick. Somethin' about a barrel roll.

<Narrator>: His tail thumps against the couch cushion once, a steady, reassuring rhythm.