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"I am quite happy I found him.. The others have deemed him Kosmo. I call him Willonockt. Little ghost. I find that life does not feel as difficult with this little guy around," Morse pauses and looks down at the wolf laying by his feet. "I do.. have some worries, that he might be effected by.. my condition though." He shook his head.
This is a dog. It cannot speak despite being an alien. Surprisingly. Despite that, its clear he quite enjoys his choice in owner. Perhaps a bit spoiled.
"..He seems familiar." Keith tilts his head slightly, thinking real hard, seemingly a bit stressed. "I-I don't think I can recall much though. He's a real kind ghost though. I hope he sticks around."
"I know it's not his fault- That he doesn't remember me I mean.. I remember him quite well. We are-.. uhm what is it called- Bonded? Linked? Whatever it is." Lorne frowns, an indecipherable tone to his voice. "I chose to stick with him. Of course. I.. I'm upset I don't get to fully experience the full life thing with my best friend, it's not very fair.. is it?"
"Ah! Keith! He's my best friend. Awesome dude! Really cool! Uhm- A lot of our classmates think he's a bit creepy haha. Or lame. That's just mean talk though. He's like a prince and stuff! OH! And- Annnnnd- He got me a camera for my birthday, one of those fancy video ones that you can record little films on and all that! It's pretty rad if you ask me. We've known each other since like first grade-" Lorne pauses, taking a deep breath, seemingly too excited to even breathe. "Didn't even have a name at the time!... That.. damned Patrick named him though." He crosses his arms with a huff. "But- I'm Keith's number 1! And he's mine! It's us against the world!"
"Lorne Watson. He's very.." Keith gestures vaguely, a fond look on his face. "Well he's like a puppy y'know? A space cadet... an airhead... if you catch my drift. He's incredibly smart though, when it's something that he likes. Like space! Or track! Or tennis! Or... Football...... Or...-" Keith trails off, furrowing his brows. "He's got a lot going on woah. I think I'd be all gray and old by the time I listed everything." He laughs. "Well- He really likes the camera I got him, he records absolutely everything, sometimes I think it'll replace me one of these days!.. But- Yeah he's my go to guy. Couldn't live without him really. Don't know what I'd do without him or his protection ahaha."
"My dad?.. He's..I have so many words.." Keith sighs and shakes his head, placing his sunglasses on the top of his head. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about him to be honest. I just hope I'm making him proud, y'know, dude?" He smiles, almost nervously.
"He's holding up to the workload. Apparently I named him *Keith*.. Which.. uh. That's a hard sell to girls, but I'm pulling it off. It's a great success! For now." Marcello shrugs. "Madame Widow said I shouldn't have even let this kid live. We'll see how everything pans out though. It's a good test run."
"...I've heard a lot about him." He seems hesitant and angry.
"................." He seems nervous.
"Who...? I'm sorry but- uhm-... I just have a shabby memory is all. You're probably looking for someone else."
"He's my brother! Pretty cool right?... He's the whole reason I'm into performance and stuff like that after I found some tapes in that uhh- abandoned floor riiiight above the basement! Haha.. Everyone says its haunted or cursed but I dunno!"