"...and this is how you say hello," Cecil explained, pointing finger guns at them.

Ghost nodded solemnly. They repeated the motion back to him, then made the sign a few more times for good measure.

It had taken to Night Vale sign language very quickly. Its tentacles probably helped; the official sign language was extremely complicated, more fitting for 80 hands than two.

(There was another, older kind of sign language as well. It was much simpler, but that had been banned for as long as anyone could remember. Still, Cecil had half a mind to teach them anyways.)

He pulled himself out of his thoughts. Ghost was spelling something out; he watched closely as it formed the words, 'BAD WORDS?'

Cecil frowned at it. "Excuse me? I am not going to teach you swears."

Ghost pouted, crossing their arms. Then they seemed to realize something. It uncrossed its arms to begin, 'FUC-'

A letter hit them square in the face before they could. It stumbled back, bristling like an angry cat.

Cecil caught the letter before it could fall. He started to open it, then realized it was addressed to Ghost. "...Ah. It's for you."

The little creature was visibly annoyed as they took it from him. They opened it aggressively, reading it with increasing indignation. Finally, Ghost was apparently fed up; it threw the letter back where it came from.

As the paper drifted serenely through the air, Cecil caught a glimpse of what it said. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or fear.

Station Management had—very sternly—told Ghost not to swear in the station.

A/N: I dont know what im doing man