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a knack for poor timing, the tail end of a rather awkward statement dawns the arrival of the youngest. curiosity cloaks pallid flesh, a quirk of her lips. “ ––– why are you looking at me like that? “

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@pumpkinsuited “ you weren’t paying attention ━ i didn’t know if you could SEE ME, ” he calls out, making a slight face at his own words. (but not at his mildly childish tone.) because out of everyone surrounding them ━ the boy’s the only one who would see him, without conscious effort on his part. the void being clears his throat, and makes his way across the street towards (the living) cole. glancing both ways out of sheer habit; even if a car did come rocketing towards him, there’d be no collision. one of the perks of the void: he’s corporeal when he wants to be.

and it’s not until he crosses without incident and comes to stand beside the boy that he fully materializes, when all eyes have turned away from them. his own gaze flicking up and down cole’s smaller frame, noting his appearance & comparing it to his last visit. a certain level of TIREDNESS is to be expected, all things considered. hell, he almost wants to get the kid a coffee, but ━ maybe some other time. “ so ━ let’s get going. ” as if he’s been invited; as if they’d planned ahead of time.

The idea of a man appearing out of thin air would scare anyone --- but there’s a lot worse and meaner things out than people showing up like a surprise jack-in-the-box. Except there is no box, and no clown, and they’re in the middle of the street. But isn’t totally random. Besides, no one else saw him before or after, and Mr. Turner was there all along. Right there, actually. That was one thing he was grateful for, like Mama told him to think about. What could be a good thing about seeing ghosts? Seeing things that you wouldn’t think were there, but are. Well...Cole wishes he didn’t know. Sometimes. Sometimes he thinks not knowing would be the smarter way. Safer way. Maybe he had been afraid for his safety. For a second. Not of the sorta-dead Mister Turner standing across the street, but of the dark thing standing in the store window behind him. It just watched, stood there --- and watched and watched, pretending to be a coat in a clothing store. Still, it stands there. Just....waiting. What does it want with the Big Cole? Even so far away, he feels it. Anger and dark, bad things. Not pointed toward him, but to the man in the big lawyer coat and the 'jaw cut like glass.’ That’s what a lady said about him, once, at the place he used to work. Before he died. Sorta. When did seeing dead people became such a complicated thing? He almost runs to catch up, sneaking a glance over his shoulder. The shadow man went somewhere else. For now. It will be back. They always come back --- especially if they think you have something they want. Or can get it for them. Cole fakes a smile. He’s gotten very good at that, after so many years of practice. “What are we doing today, Mr. Turner?”

#pumpkinsuited #( Do not give a child coffee you big nerd!)#(meanwhile Cole is just gonna. Pretend to be ok)#(I hope this is alright.)