[ it's strange, to say the least — charles volunteers at the farm three times a week, and recently, well. is it silly to say that he feels a little like, hm, haunted?
and that's the joke of the century, a ghost being haunted, but here they are; or maybe it's the farm itself that's being haunted by this apparition, there one moment and gone the next, so quickly charles has to start to wonder if the simulation is still glitching, after all.
except there she is, now: standing there like she isn't sure whether to stay frozen or run away like a deer in headlights. so he turns to her, and makes sure to go for his brightest, most reassuring smile as he says, ]
Hey there. Good to see you. [ finally, he doesn't say, but it's implied. ]
here for farm things!!
and that's the joke of the century, a ghost being haunted, but here they are; or maybe it's the farm itself that's being haunted by this apparition, there one moment and gone the next, so quickly charles has to start to wonder if the simulation is still glitching, after all.
except there she is, now: standing there like she isn't sure whether to stay frozen or run away like a deer in headlights. so he turns to her, and makes sure to go for his brightest, most reassuring smile as he says, ]
Hey there. Good to see you. [ finally, he doesn't say, but it's implied. ]