little less conversation, a little more action, please

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[just sitting in the kitchen, carving into the table with his pocket knife.]

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[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Oooh, what's he doing?

[don't mind the ghost Kairi peering over your shoulder there. might be a little cold though.]

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[goosebumps spread over his skin like wildfire and he shivers just slightly, but he doesn't look up. he just keeps carving away, cutting little wedges into the edge of the table.]

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Oh tsk. He's ruining the table.

[she moves around him a little and shoves her hand through his.]

Don't do that.

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[his reaction is quick as he changes his grip on the knife and slams it down into her hand, hoping to pin her to the table. ...you know, if she wasn't a ghost.]

...well you must be every sci-fi nerd's wet dream.

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[her face scrunches up in disgust as she waves her hand through the knife.]

That's something I really don't want to think about.

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[he reaches out and gives the knife a wiggle, loosening it before he yanks it out of the table.]

So you're like Casper, then. The innocent, friendly ghost.

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

Dunno about that. There's time where I go a little loopy. I'd probably hurt people then if I actually could. But...

[she walks into the table, wiggling her hips a little.]

No touching for me.

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Neat little trick.

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Rather be alive.

[a pause and her head's tilting.]

And dressed.

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Life has it's perks, I guess.

[tips his head the opposite way. he lifts his foot and presses it against the edge of his table, using it as leverage so he can tilt his chair back.]

Do clothes really matter if you can't really be touched?

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not be walking around in my underwear now that I can actually be seen, thanks.

[lets out a heavy, useless sigh.]

And maybe I wouldn't get cold anymore then.

[yeah right.]

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Don't worry, place is full of fags anyway.

[and he says that like he didn't get on with a taller version of himself a few nights ago. ..or maybe that was just a dream. either way.]

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

I've noticed. Ah well, suppose it doesn't really matter.

[shrugs and hops up, making it look like she's seated on the table. really, she's just hovering above it, but shh.]

Guess I kinda miss doing normal things though.

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I'm pretty sure your idea and my idea of normal are completely different things. Enlighten me.

[closes the pocket knife and leaves it sitting on the table, crossing his hands behind his head.]

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Sleeping. Eating. Hugs.

[her gaze drifts upwards.]

Heck, I even kinda miss homework.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[wobbles into there, and then pauses, head tilting to the side]

What are you doing that's causing that sound?

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Man, you really are built for nerds, aren't you?

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[glances over, brow lifting. he pops out another wedge from the edge of the table.]

What's it look like?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[...pause]

I can't see, I'm blind.

[gestures to his glass eyes, one blue and one green. His clothes don't match either]

[snowy-end.livejournal.com]

What? No! You try going for... for... oh how long has it been... three years? Nearly four. You try going that long without doing anything except wander. You'd be bored enough to do homework too.

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[gives him a once-over.]

..I guess so.

[smiles a little even though Sora can't see it, and then turns his attention back to what he was doing.]

I'm carving up the table.

[pop goes another wedge of wood.]

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See, that's where you're wrong. I'd be living it up, scaring the shit out of people.

[he grins as he thinks about it.]

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No one could see me. I haven't been seen since I died, until I came here. Couldn't be heard either.

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[blinks]

Why?

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My point exactly. Move shit around, make it look like it's floating. Why would you not do that?