There were times when Ghastly really regretted his curiosity. And there were times when he really didn't.
He... wasn't yet sure which category this fell into, even after Corrival hung up and something continued to ring in the tailor's ears - possibly the mental image of Erskine as a 'little darling.' Somewhere in between? It hadn't taken long for Ghastly to be straining to keep his own straight face, and even then, his efforts were all for naught - unlike Corrival, Ghastly didn't have to keep up a vocal act. At least he managed to keep from bursting into laughter, although at the part about condoms he nearly had to leave the room.
"That," Ghastly said as Corrival made to leave, "was deplorable. I'm ashamed to be involved in this in even a minor capacity."
Which was true, of course, but it didn't stop the light of laughter in Ghastly's eyes, which was just as strong as it had been in Corrival's. Leave it to Erskine to come up with something like this. Leave it to Corrival to grudgingly join in, end up enjoying himself, and take the prank further. The Dead Men may have been an elite unit on the battlefield, but it was moments like this when Ghastly wondered how any of them ever inspired any fear. Or, indeed, implied even a basic level of maturity.
"I'll wait out here then," Ghastly agreed. At some point during the conversation, he'd gotten up off the couch. It was difficult to remember exactly when, or even why, but somehow he still wasn't worried as he wandered over to the fireplace.
With control over his face back, Ghastly set the whiskey down on the mantle and turned around. "Don't take too long, Grandma Carey."
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He... wasn't yet sure which category this fell into, even after Corrival hung up and something continued to ring in the tailor's ears - possibly the mental image of Erskine as a 'little darling.' Somewhere in between? It hadn't taken long for Ghastly to be straining to keep his own straight face, and even then, his efforts were all for naught - unlike Corrival, Ghastly didn't have to keep up a vocal act. At least he managed to keep from bursting into laughter, although at the part about condoms he nearly had to leave the room.
"That," Ghastly said as Corrival made to leave, "was deplorable. I'm ashamed to be involved in this in even a minor capacity."
Which was true, of course, but it didn't stop the light of laughter in Ghastly's eyes, which was just as strong as it had been in Corrival's. Leave it to Erskine to come up with something like this. Leave it to Corrival to grudgingly join in, end up enjoying himself, and take the prank further. The Dead Men may have been an elite unit on the battlefield, but it was moments like this when Ghastly wondered how any of them ever inspired any fear. Or, indeed, implied even a basic level of maturity.
"I'll wait out here then," Ghastly agreed. At some point during the conversation, he'd gotten up off the couch. It was difficult to remember exactly when, or even why, but somehow he still wasn't worried as he wandered over to the fireplace.
With control over his face back, Ghastly set the whiskey down on the mantle and turned around. "Don't take too long, Grandma Carey."