As perplexed as Imogen looked, (even though she was the one who talked herself into confusion, hilariously enough) Eli was willing to bet that he was even more baffled.
Had the world really changed so much over the years? The shifting nature of society and trends was clearly something he’d taken for granted while alive.
He was sure it all showed on his face. Meeting Imogen was both pleasant and a little depressing. She was so locked into the present, and Eli was something of a relic from the past. The people he was friends or even just peers with during high school were grown up. They aged, went on to get degrees and careers, a handful of them probably having families of their own.
Eli knew on some level that he didn’t really have a right to be resentful. The way he met his maker was avoidable. Those were his decisions, his rash nature that led to his death. There was no one else to blame.
In an effort to derail his train of thought, Eli turned the topic back onto her.
“So did you just move here?” he asked, gesturing to both the room and then further out into the house.
Imogen didn’t blame Eli for appearing so blatantly confused- she’d been rather thrown for a loop herself bys some of the changes that had taken place in recent years, and she’d been there to see the gradual shift- getting all of this information at once was surely a lot to take. Still, she wasn’t terribly sympathetic, having just discovered a ghost in her new bedroom. Clearly, they’d both need to be getting used to sudden shifts in their worldview.
Despite how surreal the conversation had been so far though, Imogen felt she’d been handling things pretty well. At least, she had been until the topic of conversation suddenly changed from fashion and satanists to her moving in.
“I... yeah,” she answered, expression kept carefully neutral. Feeling such a short response would only lead to more questions, she quickly elaborated “No one else new is moving in though, just me. This is my mom’s place these days” She didn’t particularly want to explain any further, and hoped he wouldn’t ask.
“But, uh, speaking of me moving in. Maybe we should get some ground rules out of the way?" she suggested, eager to change the subject.
