Re: Stairs to the roof. The shadows. [Belated Swearing warning?]
Misunderstanding the impetus behind the Wolf's insistence, the Ghost sat there in his cloud of cologne, oblivious. He frowned at the cloth under his palm and watched with interest as his blunt fingertips came away with rust pads. Maybe if he stuck around the Wolf long enough, he'd be whole again. Keeping this observation to himself, he said, "If you say so. I certainly don't remember dying. Seems like it would be important enough that I would. Though if I am, I don't know what either of us are going to do about it. Other than swear a lot, because Jesus fucking Christ upside down on a pogo stick, if this is the afterlife, you can suck it." For some reason he thought to turn his watch over and see if it was stuck at a certain time, but it was still ticking away with a sound louder than a heartbeat and obviously more dependable.