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@aidenarlon
Is it possible for a ghost to have kids? Is it possible for a ghost to be intimate with a human, or only other ghosts? That… was a really personal question, oh god, I’m so sorry. I have… I have eight billion questions that I’ve never gotten answers for, I’m so sorry that one slipped out.
Would you like to find out?
Only kidding, of course. It's not possible to have kids, as far as I know.
"Then I am fine with it, as long as it doesn’t break the bank. I’ll see you at seven."
"Seven it is."
"If you insist."
"Oh, but I do."
"Both sounds great. No need to worry about that, you don’t have to."
"I would be a bad date if I didn't pay for it."
Very much so, but something tells me you know that already.
I can only imagine so. I know most people here probably can’t see you. Well… You’ve got company in me now, at least.
That's something, at least. Now if only I could get my funeral home back. Maybe get married and have some kids.
"Seven is good. Anything at all, I really don’t mind."
"Food or a movie? Or both? I can probably afford both."
Was he getting flustered now? That was certainly a change for Stephanie; usually she was the one that was left feeling stupid after some witty banter. Now she felt a certain sense of security and smirked silently with her back turned.
"It’s uh, n-no big deal. Happens to the best of us."
Aiden watched her move before turning to look at one of the bookshelves, trying to recover from making a fool of himself. He normally wasn't so bad with people, but there was something different about her. He couldn't particularly place what, though.
Evenually he pulled a book off the bookshelf and handed it over to Stephanie, purposefully placing it in front of her face. "How's this one?"
She didn’t mean to laugh, but she did. “No,” she turned around and shook her head, “I-I’m teasing you, silly.” Stephanie explained with a smirk before turning back to the shelves.
"Oh," He spoke slowly, "I didn't realize- Wow. I feel stupid now." Aiden began to laugh, but quickly stopped himself when he remembered they were in a library. "Right. Well then."
"We? Okay, yes - sure, that’s not too forward at all."
"Great! What time? Eight? Seven? Seven would probably be better. And what do you want to do?"
Well, thank you. I try to be.
Oh gosh. Ah, no, not weird really. I mean, I talk to dead people regularly, it can hardly be called weird anymore. A little bit flustering, though. A dead man who’s handsome hit on me - how many people can say that?
Handsome? I'll take it.
I'm glad you're not offended though. It gets ever so lonely, being dead.
"You’re very much welcome."
"We should do something. Tonight. If that's not too forward."
"You’re one of few, others see it as restlessness. I can see it in you too, even if you don’t - I like your spirit."
"Well thank you, I try."
“Bon coeur ne peut mentir, the heart cannot lie - I always go my own way. Probably why I blabber so much.”
"I'd have to say its only a good trait. Probably part of why I'm so attracted toward you."
I imagine it’s harder to look at things optimistically after what you’ve been through. I have an odd outlook on things anyway, or so I’ve been told.
You're...interesting. And I like interesting.
Is it weird knowing you've been hit on by a dead man?
"It’s not like it’s a b-bad thing or anything. I’m just…not. Forward, I-I mean," she explained with her own small shrug.Stephanie then gave him a crooked grin, repeating his sentiment before going down one of the bookshelves. "I suppose I just al-always have been.”
"Did my excuse sound that bad to you?" He asked as he followed her, focusing in on her rather than the bookshelf, "Wow, it kind of did, didn't it? Sorry."
"I know, could of done it but wouldn’t of been as free… or happy."
"Exactly. It's good that you went your own way."
"Well, I mean, it’s nice, had to work for a while - my father always wanted me to be a doctor but I love it. I’m not surprised, it hasn’t been here that long, few years."
"A doctor and a pastry chef are two very different things."
