[ Really, for a ghost, it seems like a situation that should be different. ...What a difficult area of thought.

Red's eyes flicker to the raised fist, the way that the flames burn, before they lower to the ground, spotting Lapras's shadow. --ah, shadows. ]

I don't want to worry you, but did you get checked out if she left a grudge on you? You got strange suddenly, and your shadow...it was like something was living in it.

[ wait, poor choice of words. ] Not literally--but it looked like a pile of tentacles.