(Because who would want to live in a bus? Lucretia's been haunting a huge, abandoned three-level house for decades, and even that became a little claustrophobic over time. She follows him inside and drifts slowly along every wall, rippling through his and Lup's appliances, the clothes hanging from the bar.
Actually, she stops there, and slots her arms very carefully into the arms of a sequined blazer, which, after a bit of concentration, she can make move.
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(Because who would want to live in a bus? Lucretia's been haunting a huge, abandoned three-level house for decades, and even that became a little claustrophobic over time. She follows him inside and drifts slowly along every wall, rippling through his and Lup's appliances, the clothes hanging from the bar.
Actually, she stops there, and slots her arms very carefully into the arms of a sequined blazer, which, after a bit of concentration, she can make move.
She waves one cheerfully at Taako.)
This is nice.