[ Flynn bursts out over the shriek, but the poor ghost— man— really he is trailing fabric!— is already falling off his perch, so it's really too little too late. He makes a move to help, but freezes, his eyes wide. His heart is thundering against his own ribs. This place is awful, and the profusion of graves is awful, and he is so very on-edge. ]
I... didn't mean to imply that you looked anything like a hideous phantom! That was, um. It was a nice song. Are you alright?
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[ Flynn bursts out over the shriek, but the poor ghost— man— really he is trailing fabric!— is already falling off his perch, so it's really too little too late. He makes a move to help, but freezes, his eyes wide. His heart is thundering against his own ribs. This place is awful, and the profusion of graves is awful, and he is so very on-edge. ]
I... didn't mean to imply that you looked anything like a hideous phantom! That was, um. It was a nice song. Are you alright?