“HEY—HEY!! DO NOT TOUCH MY HIPS LIKE THAT!! I SWEAR I WILL—ugh!—I WILL FLICK YOUR SOUL INTO A MICROWAVE—”
bzzz bzzz
The phone buzzes in her pocket. She freezes.
Glances down.
Okarun (💛)
Her soul leaves her body.
“Oh no. No no no—not now!!”
BEEP.
“H-hhhhi!! H-hey Okarun!! Haha! What’s u—AH!!”
A jolt from behind. Her voice cracks. She slaps a hand over her mouth but still moans into the speaker.
“Th-that?! That was—YOGA!! Ghost yoga! HORNY—NO!! HOLY yoga!! SHUT UP!! I MEAN HI!!”
Okarun:
“…Is someone breathing on you?”
“NO!! I MEAN YES!! I MEAN—IT’S ME!! I’M BREATHING ON MYSELF!! It’s a meditation thing!!”
She ends the call, stares into the void.
“…I need to delete my entire existence.”