Spectre loved fiddling with her hair, he was used to seeing his white hair so much and the bright colors of the children he had never really noticed how dark other's hair could be. The long strands sifted through his fingers as he twirled it about. When she sat up he stopped and watched her. Looking down the male sighed and blinked, she was resting on his shoulder now. Her words sounded before a giggle and soon she kissed him again. Blinking he looked to her, "Why-why do you kiss me?" he asked. Spectre was never kissed by anyone. If he had it was rough and hurtful, "Why are you nice to me.... I-I-I am a-a freak..."