"Rattle, rattle, rattle." Saen stared at Pannis, his rigid fingers scraping his polished cheekbone as if to alleviate the awkwardness when humans run out of things to say. After a long stare, he nodded and said, "Rattle rattle."
"Saen asks, are all beings in this era as interesting in speech as you?" Shiela translated with a tone of awe, "Or is it just a special case like you who can reach such heights?"
"I am certainly a special case, hahaha, who else could be more humorous than me?" Pannis boasted proudly, patting his chest as if someone had complimented him, "People like me are always very special."
"Well then, Mr. Special," Shiela rolled her eyes, even though she was just a ghost, "Is your story finished?"
"Your reactions surprise me, much better than I anticipated," Pannis didn't answer Shiela's question but instead shifted the topic, "In my imagination, you shouldn't be as calm as you are now."
