*The cofagrigus had been invested in his coffee, trying to blow off the billowing steam before he took his first sip. It wasn’t really necessary but he felt the need to do it anyway, maybe for old times sake. Just as the plastic lid brushes his lips he feels the tap, turning to look…up…at…
the coffee cup slips out of Valentine’s hand and is caught by one of his shadows, the man can’t do anything more than stare gobsmacked and mumble.*
Bloody hell… *He knew he shouldn’t have been, but Wallace was speechless- if not for Valentine’s presence, then for the rather noticeable change in appearance. Perhaps making conversation would make things just a little fucking easier instead of staring*
Ahh… you’re uhm… a ghost…!