Ambrose had been prepared for a monster or something...but not this, well dressed ghost man that seemed his age "Yes, I am happy now.." he nodded and relaxed slightly eyeing the glow coming from the phantom's face "so mind if I ask why you're in my home?" he was still nervous and didn't go any closer, in fact the nineteen year old took a step back for two reasons, one there was a ghost sitting on a chair in his house and two he wanted to make sure said spirit knew he wasn't going to grab the knife again

"Well I was just wondering around looking for someone to mess with and low behold there you were outside," he says, "so I followed you in when you rushed away and here we are now." He didn't see why the man seemed nervous of him, Phantom had to intentions of hurting him. For some reason everyone felt this way towards him. What was wrong with talking with a ghost? "Anyway mind telling me your name," he asked, "if you do then I'll tell you mine."

"ah yes, makes perfect sense" he nodded a little confused but Ambrose went with it and even offered a small smile to the ghost "Well I'm glad you aren't aggressive or evil, I don't feel like dying today" he sighed and took his own seat "Im Ambrose Finnegan" he answered and leaned back as he waited, unsure how to properly host a spirit he decided to wing it and follow along with whatever this gentleman of a phantom said, he had a few questions of his own but left them for later

"Peregrine Wilkinson at your service," he says standing and doing a small bow, "but I would like to be called Phantom." He then straightens and sits back down. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ambrose," he says looking at him, "so are you a ghost too or a normal human?" Every now and again he would come across other ghosts living in the human realm, but most of the time he met humans. He had even met a ghost when he was still a part of the living.

"well, nice to meet you, Peregrine, or rather Phantom" he smiled and got up as well extending a hand trying to be friendly-as friendly as you could be when on edge-and polite, it just seemed important at the time to be kind "oh me? No no Im alive not a ghost, I didn't even know spirits like you existed up until now" Ambrose admitted as he sat back down, taking a second to process Phantom "how old are you?" he asked tilting his head

He shakes hands with Ambrose and smiles a little. "Well I guess you know we exist now," he says. He raises an eyebrow when he was asked about his age. "19, why do you ask? And how old are you," he asked. He adjusted how he sat on the chair and looked at his stunning green eyes. This man seemed different than others that he had met. Other people shooed him away or called paranormal investigators to make him leave.

Ambrose nodded before answering "I'm 19 too" he replied before explaining why he had asked "well I wasn't sure if you were an ancient spirit or a newly deceased type because of what you're wearing, i assumed you were 100 years old" he laughed sheepishly and looked down embarrassed to have guessed something like that, he hoped he hadn't offended Phantom, he had taken a liking to this person, it was someone he could talk to which was always nice to have

Phantom chuckles lightly, "No I'm not 100 years old. I died a few years ago actually, but since I'm a spirit I still age. It's not like that for those in Heavan or Hell. They stay the same the whole time they're there." He noticed him looking down and was confused. Was he sad or something? He floated over to him and checked examined him again. He then frowns and sits beside him "You good? You seem sad or something."

"Oh alright, it's sad that you died so young, you look like you were leading a pretty healthy life" Ambrose realized a bit too late he was prying and shut himself up again and twisting his fingers around a bit, looking over at Phantom only to realize the Ghost was now at his side, he shifted to make more room and shook his head "no im not sad, just embarrassed" he laughed his cheeks flushing a light red from said embarrassment

He nods and watches his cheeks change color. He smirks a little and eyes him. "I died in a car crash," he explained, "I was trying to avoid an animal that was in the rode and crashed instead. I wasn't allowed in Heavan, but Hell didn't want me either so I was sent down to Earth as a ghost. I do try to live a normal life tho since I can look human."