“Forest ghosts,” Hanjae echoed, a chuckle rumbling somewhere deep in his chest. Maybe that was because she had the urge to add the word ‘forest’, implying that forest ghosts were somehow completely different entities than any other ghost, or maybe that was because she’d also implied that werewolves weren’t real. And that was laughable on its own, really— Hanjae himself had always believed in werewolves. Although, maybe, that was because he’d been young when he was turned, too young for that belief to fade before he was hit head on with the truth of it all. “What, you’re scared of ghosts? They can’t actually do anything, just whisper in your ear a little to freak you out.” And in no way was he about to deny that ghosts were real. He’d seen too much shit at this point to deny the existence of anything, really.
A small smile fell over his lips as she physically made room for him, and he settled into the newly cleared space, bringing his cigarette to his lips once again. This was nice, comfortable, though really how badly could two people who had somehow ended up in the same obscure place for the same obscure reason possibly get along? Hanjae pulled his knees to his chest, only to rest his head upon them, facing his new companion. He let out a vague hum of agreement, allowing his cigarette to simply hang between his teeth for a moment. “You can sit back and not give a fuck anywhere,” he suggested, though he had to agree that the white noise of the forest, paired with no possibility of anyone around to bother you definitely helped. A lot. “I mean, you might get shit for it. But hey, if you don’t give a fuck, then what effect does judgement have on you, right?”
“My ears happen to be very sensitive, buddy.” She says in a defensive manner but the soft peal of laughter that follows after makes it so that he’d know she’s kidding. Somewhat. “You serious?” She raises a brow after a while though, a questioning look on her face. “You don’t meet many ghosts, do you?” If only they really did just whisper in your ear. Unfortunately for her kind, on both sides, she’d done a great deal with communicating with spirits and disembodied voices. Usually they’re not so happy - hence the whole ghost and unfinished business bullshit. But she’s not about to have a full-blown conversation about spirits just yet. Surely that was some close friend-level type of talk, or one she’d have arguments about with the so-called human “spirit-hunters.“ Some A-list level shit.
Her gaze pulls away from him momentarily to stare at nothing in front of her, zoning out if you will. “That’s true but others can find it really fucking offensive if you don’t pay attention to them.” A couple of memories pop into her head and she wears a vague smile for a moment - something akin to amused but also annoyed. “Yet here we are, all the way out here because it’s tiring to have to explain over and over that we do,” Alex toys with the stick between her fingers before she turns back to him. “Very much in fact, not give a fuck.” She continues with a short chuckle, the back of her head meeting the rough bark behind her as she draws her gaze upwards, towards the general nothingness up there aside from the pretty view of the treeline obscuring the sky. “Plus, the view’s pretty nice. People-watching gets boring pretty quickly.” She added after a moment’s silence, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to peek at him with a cheeky smile.
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