ASHA KIRKPATRICK

I don’t like the old piss stain that is talking to my brother.

Damn! I wanted to poke some more fun at him!

I had "and too afraid of being a bother to ask fo-"

[ The little ghost found herself unable to produce sounds, and went to that signed system her brother and I had devised at the lab just to cuss at him while making a frowny face. ]

floating around Tim in a manner much too similar to the movements of a snake until she positioned herself above her brother's head, pointing at it and giggling. ]

He has like a ton of those at home. It's his day job.

Where, where, where? What a diiiifficult question to answer... Uhm... I think I would go to someone veeeery well acquainted with the dead. Like a witch! Or a necromancer... Or a medium. A very average height one, with black hair, and weird amber-gold eyes, and a hearing impediment...

[ She joked, +

I would wear an amulet if I were you. Or maybe relax a little!

of ceremony, Asha just passed through Tim, overstaying her welcome for a few seconds. ] Tastes like ghost, yep.

Not here right now, but will probably be back. Theo seems ok, as s- [ Her brother signed her a "shut up" in the equivalent of a whisper, so she shut up. ] Surprisingly ok as he should.

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about yoruba twins. Like... They believe that their souls are... Indivi- Indivy- Impossible to separate! So when one dies, their soul waits inside a special doll and their twin carries them around in it until they reunite! Isn't that sweet?

Oh! Yeah! Sorry, ghost trouble. Uhm... [ Without any kind+

In the flesh! Well, out of it. I haven't had my own flesh in soooo long. Jay, I am blrrowing yours tonight! I want to smell dinner!

Anyway. My brother said you needed help? Isn't the doll so cool? It has some of my energy so Jay can invoque me whenever.

I got the idea from a very cool documentary+

I've been so rudely interrupted! This better be fun!

She is, in fact, in Damian's room, but she is trying to float a paintbrush accurately enough to paint a bunny.

It's proving very difficult to do.

Do you want to talk?

[ She is almost a whisper, barely visible or audible. Just floating by her friend. ]

Why are we mad at Tim?

[ She is always on Dami's boat. ]

Me or the Wind? Because I am SO PSYCHED ABOUT THIS.

[ Flying around looking for the venom because it can't harm her. She doesn't breathe. ]

<— Didn't catch all the definitely above PG13 stuff because she is too entertained playing with the barn cats.

Wait.

Does this mean I WILL get those comics I asked about?

I'm Asha.

I'm Yeray's twin. I'm dead, that’s why I am so much younger and cuter. I didn't bring anything, because I don’t have money.

I can watch the baby.

[ Focusing a lot of energy in trying to rip something off the doorframe. ]

SOMEONE GET HIM BEFORE THERE ARE TWO GHOST KIDS HERE!

[ Cheering and clapping in sign language because her regular claps don't make any kind of sound so they would be a bit pointless. ]

A CIRCUS THING.

[ Goes visible just to cheer. ]

YERAY YOU OWE ME SO MANY OFFERINGS IF YOU WANT YOUR THINGS BACK!

[ She is levitating one of each of her brother's clean socks and shoes to the top of several trees. ]

Fucking idiot. He's a trained assasin. He's been throwing granades since kindergarden what do you MEAN he he couldn't land a single blow? STUPID.

YERAY I'M NEVER LETTING YOU SLEEP AGAIN. YOU SLEPT ON THIS STUPID GAME.

YERAY JUDE KIRKPATRICK IF YOU LOSE AGAIN I AM HIDING YOU BINDERS AND ONE OF EACH OF YOUR SOCKS FOR A WEEK! THIS IS EMBARRASSING.

[ Yes, she made herself visible just to scream at her brother. ]

This is making me glad I don’t have a family. This is so messyyyyyyy.

When the baby wakes up, she is going to try to play peak-a-boo with him. He's so tiny. Tiny babies usually see her.

Uh-uh. I am signing repeating every stupid thing your friends say. If I can’t escape, neither can you.

Looks at her brother and signs something.

She could speak out loud, and no one would hear her anyway, but she likes their own little made-up language better.

Especially when she wants to make him laugh.

All the colours in her room could never bleed into her perpetual grey and black.