...well, then. Metta stops where he is. If he's intruding, then he'll go - maybe they just don't want company, maybe this is a private moment of garbage tossing, that's all right. But he doesn't much care for the way they're both staring at him.
His smile and his tone only become a little bit strained. "What's the matter? You look like you've never seen a ghost before."
And it occurs to him right after saying that that probably the human really hasn't, but still. Rude.
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Date: 2017-01-21 11:02 pm (UTC)His smile and his tone only become a little bit strained. "What's the matter? You look like you've never seen a ghost before."
And it occurs to him right after saying that that probably the human really hasn't, but still. Rude.