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"im cautious i guess"

'Mhm..."

She sits down.

he sits in his seat wiping the sweat from his forehead it was getting to the hotter parts of the year

She was normal, in fact she was sketching. Almost like a map. A route.

"what you drawing battle plans?"

"Maybe."

"i see"

"My question to you is... Why are you here? I thought you were rul-- leading Azur Lane."

"i was forced on vacation by the admiral"

"See! Overworked. I'm glad the Admiral sees things my way."

"yeah sadly she couldn't do much for waker since he was always thrown from mission to mission"

"I see. Well, I'm off. Again."

She goes off without explanation, again.

"errr ok then belfast follow"

"yes master" does as requested

“…Ma’am, it’d be improper to even be talking to you. What would the other soldiers say?”

After minutes of contemplation in front of the bar, and many weird looks from people entering, the ghost finally decided to enter. Immediately, the strong and overwhelming stench of alcohol hit him like a bus. It was a bar, though, and he didn't expect anything else. He had smile on his face and a firm grip on a tattered, burnt, and unfamiliar flag.

Ghostbur took a seat. He took in all the conversations going on near him. He enjoyed being near people. As a ghost, he couldn't really drink anything, but he wasn't planning to. He was simply here to learn more about people. He looked around excitedly. He had never been around this many people before!

welp he was still in a coma so no conversation from him