GHOST KID.

… Caught; though he tried to not be noticed so quickly he managed a few days of silence; taking in the fact that – Jesus shitting Christ, he wasn’t in the place he died in; and — this place was snazzy as fuck. Micah did his bit of poking his head around; watching the guy sleep a few nights; the shower wasn’t all that impressive when he watched from the ceiling; but hey; what was a horny teen ghost meant to do? 

Eyes moved from one end of the balcony to the next, allowing translucent feet to rest on the metal bar, or at least mimic standing on it like he was about to jump off. “You know, I honestly have no idea. Like one minute I was in my death building place of fire and soot boredom; the next, here I was. Watching ya sleep, which looked really comfortable by the way.”

A snap of fingers and the disguise melted away; something he got the hand of with his new abilities as an undead, but the clinging to the hot guy; not a clue on how that happened. “After, by the way. Nice pair, bud. Serious B cup going on there. Also — you’re not a cop.” Micah saw a whole bunch of nothing to suggest this guy was part of the force. But he didn’t push on, instead he twisted on his toes and faced the building again. “Mind if I crash here?” 

         _{———Elliot took a long drag, eyes shut as he let the spirit speak.
Something about how the boy died put a bad taste in his mouth. He blinked, waving off the nausea and gathering his thoughts precisely. How would he go about this? It wasn’t like the ghost had much mobility, nor could he communicate further than the usual medium or seer.}

❝ Really, if you want some answers, I’d be fine with giving them to you so long as you live here. ❞
He held out an open palm, taking a final drag off his cigarette before putting it out on his bare skin. The pain in his hand was meager compared to what he was used to; the man’s threshold had become somewhat alarming over the years. Dropping the butt, he waited with his hand open as the deep burn quickly reformed into fair skin.

❝ To start, my name is Elliot, and I’m a hundred and seven. ❞