Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-33389101-20180112013428/@comment-34052734-20180118023412

“C’mon L, just talk to the guy,” Danté floated backwards, facing Layla. She was the only human he could trust, no matter who said what.

“He’ll think I’m crazy!” Layla opened the door, walking inside before closing it with a light kick. She put her bag down on the floor next to the couch. “Talking to ghosts- he’ll think I’m high on something!”

“Well...” Danté prodded at her with a laugh, “Just dont say anything about that then!”

Layla glared at him, “And when I slip, I’ll lose my chance. No thanks.”