“Hey legs, how’s eet hopping?”
One of Ari’s exposed copper brow whiskers twitch irksomely at the Goblin standing under a street lamp nearby who is raising his own brows suggestively at her while she sorts through her packages at the mailbox. The General, now under the visage of a jingling reindeer by use of the enchanted sprig of holly, stands nearby with the saddlebags easily accessible.
“This city’s really gone downhill since I left.” The phantom spits out a broken piece of a strand of grass he’d been chewing while crouching on top of the sturdy Silvermoon City postage box.
‘You mean, since you died.’ Ari mentally corrects him, his presence causing her other brow to twitch.
Her hand stopped at the edge of the mailbox, fingers resting heavily on the metal hinge. There was blur of blue as she slammed the door shut, taking a step back from the mailbox hesitantly. Her eyes darted to the room upstairs, Ryodan wasn't back yet. Her hand moved to the com at her side, pushing the button with a frown. “I go' some sorta package-”