@wayfiind | Continued from [x]
The open door policy had been a welcome introduction to his afterlife, the fact that he could wander around aimlessly kept his mind off of most things. It’s difficult to run and jump and climb when you’re a ghost, but this world has its ways of accommodating his otherworldly form.
Needless to say, the racing thoughts in his head are not doing him any favours. So he’d chosen to go and speak with Naminé. She’d been the first friendly face he’d seen in quite some time, and their lonelinesses had meshed quite well together. She’d been isolated for far too long, he thinks.
He figures that she wouldn’t have been asleep, her insomnia does her no favours either, and when she tucks herself up into a ball, he steps into the room and smiles at her.
“I had a feeling you’d be awake, call it a hunch...” She was never really that good at sleeping. He couldn’t sleep at all, so living with an insomniac is... nice.
“My mind can’t slow down for a second, so I’ve come to distract it-- what’s keeping you up, Naminé?”
