A moment later, you and Barnaby are back up on the main floor and in the dining room. Your bag is set aside. You've got a glass of wine in your hand. He's got his, as well. He swerves his glass of wine a little bit and he looks at you. He says, "Tell me about yourself, (Y/N). I'm curious." He sips his wine.

You say, "Well... I'm not actually from Goatshire. I moved there not too long ago." He looks at you and says, "Go on." You say, "I left for many damn good reasons. One especially." He stretches his neck towards you and he listens to what you have to tell him.

You look at him and you say, "I didn't have the best reputation there in Cat Scales where I'm originally from. I would have my music turned up very loudly and drink a bit, causing noise complaints. Marijuana's still illegal there. Here's the part that took the cake... I was caught smoking it one time and this old bitch tried to perform an exorcism on me. She had a wooden stake, ready to stab me." 

He says, "Oh hoo hoo hoo. Go on. I need to hear more." He looks at you. You blush. You say, "If it wasn't for my mom, I think this woman would've murdered me with that stake. She sharpened that thing to the point of death. Sharp enough to puncture through and break skin. Flesh. But look where she is now. Facing charges from the judge because of it."

 He says, "Yet, you're still alive and breathing. All flesh and bone just like the goat who got away." You look at him and you say, "I've read upon YOU, as well. Found an article about you, online. You died... a hundred years ago?" He says, "Correct. 1923 was the year." You say, "You were killed during a magic act, am I right?"

He says, "Why yes. That's exactly what happened to me. I had somewhat a life of my own. But even then, I've had the reputation I have now." You look at him and you say, "You killed back then?" 

He says, "No no no. I didn't do that then. I just sort of... lashed out. They saw me as the crazy magician. They even had me in a mental hospital at one point in my life. My next act would've been to obliterate those fools for shunning me or turning me down." He says that in his own flamboyant but even more aggressive tone. 

He sighs and says, "But it all backfired. Literally. It blew up on me. I was just twenty-five years old when it all went down." You say, "Holy shit." You look at him and you say, "Damn, dude. Sorry, that happened to you. Were you ever... married?" He says, "No, but I did have a child. A son. His name was James. He's deceased from old age now from what I've heard. He was seven years old when I was killed." 

This makes you feel sympathy for the ghost owl and you say, "Well, damn. That beats ME in a way. You left a child behind, unintentionally. I don't have kids of my own or any siblings." You drink your wine. 

He says, "Tis a tragedy. But here I am now. I have my own manor as a host... ghost." He chuckles and says, "I've got my own minions. My Barnaboos." You say, "Your what?" You look down at your wine glass and you say, "I thought I was having that right now. The BarnaBooze." 

He laughs a bit and says, "Oh, and you've got a sense of humor, yourself! I appreciate a good laugh." You sigh and you smile. He says, "I'm aware that you know about me. Wanting to off somebody to join in on the party and be a ghost like myself. But YOU... As much as you're worth having me invite you as one of us, I'm sparing you your life, my dear." He drinks his wine.

You say, "But why ME? I'm just saying, Barnaby. There are prettier ones out there." He gasps and he stretches his neck down to your face saying, "Now, what kind of talk is that? You are a pretty one. Very beautiful. I'm sure even the living citizens in Goatshire can agree on that. In fact..." He chuckles his hoot sound and he says, "You're actually the prettiest thing I've ever set my eyes on. In all of my years!" 

You blush and you smile. You say, "That's... actually the nicest thing anyone's said to me when it came to this." You drink your wine. You say, "I've dated guys and chicks that were just straight up assholes. None of them complimented me the way you did just now. They would just tell me this, 'Well, you've got a great personality.' I think that's their way of saying I was ugly as fuck in their eyes." 

He cups your chin and says, "Well, I've got news for you my dear... They were without a doubt, jealous of you." You look at him. He says, "You certainly are the prettiest thing I'VE seen, (Y/N)." You blush and you smile. You look at him. It seems as though you were beginning to fall for the ghostly owl. 

You say, "I guess I will try and visit you once in a while." He grins and says, "Hoo hoo hoo! I'd be delighted if you'd do so! Your company would mean the world to me, (Y/N)." You and Barnaby chat and have some wine the rest of the time.

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Moments later, you ended up falling asleep on a couch in the living room at Barnaby's place. You had three glasses of wine and it ended up making you tired. Barnaby sees this and he chuckles. He says, "Looks like I'll be taking you back home myself, (Y/N)." 

He approaches you as you lay there, sleeping. He stretches his neck down and his face is close to yours. He sighs and smiles saying, "To have my beak pressed against your lips really soon... Ooh, it's a tempting offer.~" He doesn't kiss you on the lips but... he does however give you a peck on the cheek. He scoops you into his wings and he walks out of there.

He ends up going into your dimension through the grave you go through to get to his dimension and he's in Goatshire, now. You're in his arms... wings? Either way. He's an owl. He makes it out of the graveyard and down the streets to your house.

He gets to your house and to your front door. He reaches for it and it's locked. He says, "Oh, well shucks. The door is locked." He smirks and he lifts a clawed finger. He puts that claw through the hole of the doorknob. He's using his claw as a picklock. He manages to get it unlocked and he grins. He opens your door and he goes inside.

He shuts the door on his way inside your house. He looks around and he says, "You certainly have exquisite taste in decor, my dear." He looks around and he says, "If only I could stand straight in this little house, though. I've been a tall being since I've been a ghost." He sighs and says, "Anyways... Where to find her room in this tiny place." 

He sees a door and says, "Hmm... Maybe this is it?" He walks over and he reaches a hand over. He opens the door and he sees a bed, some posters, etc. He says, "Ah. Here we go. I see a bed and I see stuff to her taste. This must be her room." He looks down at you and he sighs.

He brings you into your room and he lays you on your bed. You sigh as you lay there. He strokes your face and he says, "I'll see you really soon, my dear (Y/N). Mr. Barnaby will be back for you. Hoo hoo hoo.... Goodnight, my beauty.~" He leans down and he once again places a kiss on your cheek. He gets up and he reaches over to turn your light off. He heads out of there and back to his place.