Ghost enters your room and asks “Hey have you seen my grey t-shirt?” You gasp, surprised by his presence. “Oh shit.” he glances down, then back to you. “What the hell is wrong with you?! Why didn’t you knock?” you ask. “Look, I’m so sorry, I’m just looking for my t-shirt…”, Ghost says. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms, “Well I don’t have it, so go check somewhere else…” You shrug, trying to act unknowing that you’re wearing his t-shirt. “Wait…”, Ghost says, looking you up and down skeptically. “Is that my t-shirt you’re wearing?” He smirks. “What…no? Why would I be wearing your t-shirt!?” you snap back, panicked. “Yeah, that’s definitely my shirt”, he chuckles softly. You roll your eyes and shrug. “Fine, I am…and what about it? This is the only shirt I can find, plus it’s comfortable…” you say calmly, making an excuse. Ghost chuckles, his expression annoyed yet playful.