- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- Online Availability
- 12 pm-10:30 pm (with some exceptions)
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, Mystery, Scifi, Romance, Yaoi, Yuri, Horror
To keep him from being angry, Leo decided to spend his time trying to start up his laptop once again. He was still incredibly pissed off at Nyle for his passive behavior so to give himself something to do, he tried to plug the hidden laptop in and click into the WiFi. He was smart, it didn't take much time to figure it out, and proceeded to spend a good few hours calming down through checking on everything. It wasn't until he saw Nyle pass that he grow angry again. He kept behind to see what exactly Nyle planned to do and grew uncomfortable by just how casual he was. He only grew upset when he saw Nyle show himself, immediately moving quickly to tug on the other ghost's arm with a deep frown.
"What the hell are you doing, Nyle?!" He whispered, his eyes darting from his boyfriend to the humans. He kept himself invisible but if the couple really tried to listen, they could hear the faint whispers of Leo's voice. "Why are you giving them what they want?! Oliver said that it was best to just p-pretend they aren't there so they can leave-"
"Whoa, w-wait, fuck," sputtered the husband, physically pushing off the couch in horror and in turn accidentally spilled his beer, which only made Leo more upset. "I -fuck. U-Uh... I'm Bruce..." he greeted awkwardly, following his wife. "... there's more than one of you?"
"What the hell are you doing, Nyle?!" He whispered, his eyes darting from his boyfriend to the humans. He kept himself invisible but if the couple really tried to listen, they could hear the faint whispers of Leo's voice. "Why are you giving them what they want?! Oliver said that it was best to just p-pretend they aren't there so they can leave-"
"Whoa, w-wait, fuck," sputtered the husband, physically pushing off the couch in horror and in turn accidentally spilled his beer, which only made Leo more upset. "I -fuck. U-Uh... I'm Bruce..." he greeted awkwardly, following his wife. "... there's more than one of you?"