[Siffrin is a bit stiff - partially because they're still a little unsettled by some Ghost Things, even if they've definitely gotten more inured to them over several months at the Bay, and partially because they're still unused to the idea of being touched gently. (Except for maybe by Firepaw, official snuggliest member of the Cheri Berries and actual cat.) But they make a deliberate effort to lean in, instead of pulling away.]
[Which in this case means: FWOOMP. Face into the sheets they go! Siffrin makes a muffled noise.]
[They wait another second just in case this is Going Somewhere, but when they don't start melting through the cot, they carefully push themself back into a seated position.]
Maybe I'm not enough of a ghost...? ["Enough," says, the electric type.]
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[Which in this case means: FWOOMP. Face into the sheets they go! Siffrin makes a muffled noise.]
[They wait another second just in case this is Going Somewhere, but when they don't start melting through the cot, they carefully push themself back into a seated position.]
Maybe I'm not enough of a ghost...? ["Enough," says, the electric type.]