Tamaki rubs the back of his head, looking at the tree. "Eh? What's wrong with naps, though?" He used to take them all the time when he as alive, particularly during class... but that's beside the point. It's not like he can really nap now that he doesn't sleep.

He looks back at Lambert. A strong emotional association, huh? He can't say he really has one to this place specifically, but it's not like he's prohibited by the ghost police from living here.

"I didn't want to stay where I died," he says finally. "They didn't like me there."