Little Goat Mountain that he is to take possession before Michaelmas,

before buffalo could accost the man, another voice sounded. buffalo's muzzle swung to observe the girl, toned in hues of earth and red. but it was the other male who addressed him, and the pale wraith's jaws curved in a grin. "hey, man," he responded affably enough, before cranking the insanity dial so hard it broke off in his proverbial hand — for fun. "you're a sight for sore eyes. thought i was alone in the world. one minute you're banging your sister, the next she just takes off and leaves you by yourself! you know?" buffalo shared, his words ending in a rusty cackle, and his mismatched gaze watched the cunning baby-blues as if waiting for the other man to confirm he totally knew that feeling too.
"anyway, was wondering if you'd seen her? short, cute, looks like me, has lots of voices in her head?" a pause followed before he swung his muzzle toward the woman, too curious about her presence to ignore her any longer. the ghost's bloodstained shoulders hunched; buffalo regarded her with an open expression of adoration. her beauty was unmarred by her missing eye — it added something to her features the wraith relished, and he swung his plume at his heels. "hello there."