Haunted, huh… mm, that’d make sense. [Hayato may have meant it casually, but Mika takes the possibility very seriously. He mumbles a little under his breath, nodding in new understanding at the situation.] ‘Course a buncha ghosts would try t’ give me the creeps. It’s, like, their job.

[He eyes the discarded uniform warily. If it was haunted, he should probably leave it here, right? But that… feels a little wrong to him too.

It’s then he notices the black outfit in Hayato’s laundry basket. Right away, he lets it distract him, carefully grabbing hold of what looks like a pant leg. When he sees the buttons all up the side, he grins.]

Hey, lookit that! I think ya got my stuff after all! No wonder I couldn’t find it in any a’ those things.