ghost sighting.
@blckspectre
it’s like firefox makes a career out of being annoying. he’d blame it on a lifetime of parental neglect and a lonely childhood; he never got the attention a child needs so he demands it from impossible sources now as an adult. the other young man seems to move as a ghost, floating somewhere between fantasy and reality and never speaking more than necessary. fox thinks that it must be a boring existence; can one’s thoughts really be such good company that no one else’s are ever needed? he doesn’t believe it, but maybe by trying to pick spectre’s brain he could find out.
“y’know they say humanity is defined by its ability to communicate in spoken word,” he’s been reading lately; does it show? “but since you never talk, does that make you.. what? inhuman? i don’t know whether to call you an animal or a cryptid right now. which would you prefer?”
in typical firefox fashion, he finds a way to be touchy. he slings a ( probably unwelcome ) arm over spectre’s shoulders, leaning his weight against the other in a way that has to be impossible to ignore, yet still able to keep his own balance should the other move away. maybe it’s part of his plan to worm his way into the other’s head, maybe firefox just craves physical attention just as much as verbal.
“spectre sighting! we could make a reality show out of it. does it really exist? finding spectre..” he runs with the cryptid route, as if pitching a show for bigfoot hunting.
