Stent got up and went to where she was, as he opened the door and walked into the room. "You called?" He asked, as he still had no shirt or shoes on.
Tartuffe sensed his worry but only ignored it, for the sake of the two month developed child. "SLeep well, love?"
Indigo smiled brightly. "Alright. I'd like that." Heart back to its dead beat again, a nod, pink hair falling into her face, as she tucked it back. The ghost looked 18, from her death, and was quite pretty then. Had she been killed about 21, she'd be more mature in understanding things like relationship and also would have been much prettier. Blush gone, luckily.
[[ TBR: Okie. I'll go along. xP *Sounds like fun* ]]