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“Here.” Lumine held out a white bedsheet.
Aether poked his fingers through the eyeholes. “…I don’t want to be a ghost again.”
“Too bad.”
“I wanted to be a Yaksha. I told you last year.”
“…I forgot.”
“I reminded you on the Ouija board. Yesterday!”
“I had things to do. Living’s not exactly easy.”
“Neither is being dead the other 364 days of the year!”
“You don’t work.”
“…Yeah. Well...” Aether threw on the sheet, losing sight of Lumine’s sour face. Adjusting it to see, he jumped at the fanged mask greeting him.
Laughing, she lowered the mask. “Trade you?”