Sleeping ghosts all over. Fake sleeping ghosts at that. Didn't they know it was dangerous? Really. Get your act together ghosts! Yet looking at their clock, and doing the math, Crimson gave a deep, heavy sigh. There was not enough time. Once more, they'd been foolish in their tactics and waited, ending up lacking. Pouting and taking off the bed sheet, they made their way back to the start, looking to find their familiar waiting for them. There was thankfully no chiding, but rather a strange expectation to have simply failed in this endeavor.
It let down the reaper even more, small red droplets forming in their eyes. They never asked to be bad at things. They never asked to be good. They just wanted to understand. Understand and become better at magic. That was all. Glaring at their familiar, they stormed away, though the ever silent buck followed, curious as to when his reaper would finally break under their own ignorance and foolishness.