kids who see dead people || closed
✨ – Funny how the oddness of an individual could dissolve into the masses if the norm was to stand out. The wild, chaotic life of the city was nothing he wasn’t familiar with, though did strolling through the alleys feel different if he wasn’t tied to the role of the observing cadre he was used to. A taste of independence he didn’t think he’d get the chance to live through anytime soon, though regardless of all the unpleasantries that came with it, he could appreciate leaning back for a little while. His fingers curled around a book he had snatched from the library, without much intent of giving it back, he found himself outside a café, a woollen blanket wrapped around his legs as he oh-so bravely defied the cool winds of late-summer. A half-drunken coffee stood on his table as he lazily skimmed through the yellowed pages.
Violet hues scanned his surroundings every couple of minutes, his hair gently bobbing with every gust that flew by. And with a sudden snap, his book was shut, eyes glowing with a hint of interest as they caught sight of a certain individual, not much younger or smaller than his own physique pretended to give away. Black hair and a blank expression, yet his guts had rarely betrayed him when they tried to inform him of the arrival of an interesting individual. His curiosity went strange ways sometimes. “Hey, the young man in black”, he spoke up, chin resting in his palm, while his free hand gestured for the other to come closer.
“Howdy~” His sweet tone was almost sickening, really. “You wouldn’t mind sparing a moment of your time for lil ol’ me, right?”
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