Meanwhile, inside the principal's office, Boo sat proudly on his special floating cushion like an important politician attending a press conference, while across from him Dante sat in his large chair, fingers steepled, expression calm, but his eyes carried that quiet, dangerous patience he only used when Boo was involved.
"Sir," Boo announced dramatically, pointing an accusing little ghost finger, "you interrupted my work."
Dante's gaze lifted slowly.
"Work?" he repeated, voice flat. "You… call that work?"
"Yes," Boo said firmly, nodding with confidence that did not belong to someone currently under punishment. "I was communicating with my voters."
Dante blinked once.
"Playtime," Dante corrected.
Boo gasped, deeply offended. "No, Principal. I was discussing my future policies and benefits I will provide if they vote for me."
Dante leaned back slightly. "Vote?"
