Standing in his office-translucent, glowing faintly at the edges like a malfunctioning hologram-was the unmistakable figure of Solar. Or rather, Solar's ghost. Kaizo wasn't the type to panic, but his grip on his datapad tightened to the point of near-cracking. "...This makes no sense." And yet- The spectral Solar tilted his head, examining Kaizo's desk organizer with detached curiosity. "Technically, no. But you're seeing me, so..." Another au haha, death-living bonding, light angst, septuplets elementals, weird idea at 3 am-, it's quite funny I promise-