Awaken

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So. I’m a new little self insert—and female on top of that. So I was just wondering if you could pretty please like or reblog if you’re willing to roleplay with me? Thank you!

     Shoving his hands into his pockets, Raven started forward once more. However, a familiar passing face had caught his attention and he whirled around, eyes widened in surprise: ” Cal? “ 

         The ghost laughed at his own joke before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I don't know you--but do you know me?" Oh! Maybe he did! This would be interesting! Or, maybe he'd think that the ghost was a doppelganger. Don't get too disappointed Caleb, things will work out one day.

                  Well if he said it like that— “The roots of the hair are usually the original hair color.” At least that’s what she thought, she wasn’t completely sure. “Thank you though, you have a point there.”  I guess, it’s just that people made out dying your hair to be a bad thing. She fiddled her thumbs, looking down at her hands, unsure of what to say to the other.

         {{❋}} “Oh my god, maybe I should dye my hair" The ghost said, swaying his hair back and forth like a runaway model--only it made him look stupid. "Maybe I should make it rainbow. Can I even dye it, hmm. Do you think ghosts can dye their hair? What about panda's?" The ghost asked, well, he didn't get wet--did he? He'd never gotten caught in the rain while being solid.

         Amy’s cheeks flushed. It wasn’t everyday that she got people to tell her they liked her, friendly or otherwise. It was nice to hear it, even from an odd stranger. ❝I— uh, thanks?❞ Eyebrows knitted together in confusion, wondering if this boy was a ghost. It would not be the weirdest thing she’s encountered. Her eyes flickered for a moment, taking a scan of the boys face. Nothing appeared in the scan however, as if he was not appearing in the picture. The brunette closed her eyes, making a description of the boy down to the small details of his skin. She found him, Calum Grace. A boy who died of suicide not too long ago. Yeah, Amy was talking to a ghost. Not like her life could get anymore weird.

         {{❋}} “Hey--you think there can be doppelgangers?" The ghost asked as he widened his eyes and pursed his lips, letting his bottom lip quiver higher up. "Because, I'm pretty sure I saw a picture of a dude and he looked exactly like me. It was Bruce Willis." The ghost said, nodding his head. Yup, Caleb thought he looked like Bruce Willis, the idiot. But, hey at least he was happy with how he looked. "Like I mean, don't people have stories about how they met people who looked like themselves. You think that its possible? Because, that'd be cool. Like, maybe people can see dead people because they are awesome. And people who meet doppelgangers are even more awesome?"

                                                ” I’m a boy. It’s not rude to ask— and…                                                   You’re doing a very fine job. No need                                                    to torture your anxiety like that. “

         {{❋}} “Holy crap man. You're one pretty ass dude though." The ghost said as his eyes widened. Were boys normally this pretty? Maybe it was the long flowing hair. Maybe he should ride a white horse with his shirt off! Yes, it'd be like the book covers on those sex books? Romantic novels? Same thing? "You should do modeling, like be the new whatever gender model like, LOOK AT ME. I'M SEXY EITHER GENDER, LIKE WHOA!" He nodded, crossing his arms. Yes, they were going to do this, this man was going to be the new sex god.

— “Uh… lettuce-y?" It was homemade, but what sort of answer is he looking for? "—there’s… ham too."

       {{❋}} “Man, you know what you're doing? You're telling me what's in it man. I need to know what it taste like?" The ghost said, giving her a flat look. "Like, does it taste like god? Like salt? like apples? What do those things taste like? Bitter, sweet? Both, neither? I need to know man. I'm allergic to everything in the world--don't ask. I've never tasted food." Caleb, Caleb, she's gunna think you're insane you big idiot.

         {{❋}} "My head isn't fat! The ink will dry! It willllll." The ghost winded and blew on the girl.

                  「 It’s like I have to do a good deed because someone asked me to、」

        {{❋}} "Great. You've very nice man." The ghost furiously nodded his head. "I'm allergic to touching---anything. Rare disease. Don't ask me questions." The ghost said and so he started walking. "Follow me! You need to buy the food and give it to the man for me! Thank you!"

                            ‘no, no, no. you’re using the word wrong. you’re supposed to use it as a verb instead of a noun.’ Maro, Maro stop. That’s false information. He has no idea what the word ‘swag’ means but he has heard it before. It sounds like a weird word so maybe this guy will try and decipher it with him.

         {{❋}} "Oh man really? Like, I swagged over to my new pal over here named, new pal what's your name?" The ghost asked as he slid closer to the boy, but did not get close enough to touch him. "Like, so, I swagged over to the mail box. I swagged my mail to my new friend, oh snap. That makes so much sense, wow you must be a swaggieontologist . So much swagging knowledge sir. Please teach me the ways of swag."

   『    "…?" Irises that held a childlike fascination flickered over to the           other confusion etched upon porcelain features. It took a moment           for him to respond considering the vassal didn’t believe in things            such as ghosts,”Well, I don’t think they need to eat or drink, so            I don’t think they would need to do things like that.”                           』

        {{❋}} "Oh my god, you're soo right." The ghost said, nodding his head and pursing his lips. Why didn't he think about that? Oh man, this guy was smart, like super smart. No Caleb, he actually just has more common sense than you. "You have to like, have a degree in ghostology. What else can you teach me, master of all ghosts?"

        {{❋}} "I mean why not right? Is this not something to learn about--you know. The important stuff of the universe, VROOM VROOM MISSY." The ghost yelled really loudly. He swayed side to side while bouncing ever so slightly. Pain? It would hurt? But he was dead--so would it still hurt? Hm. "I am a car consignor." That didn't make sense Caleb. "I must know everything! But--but like, what if your dead? Would it still hurt then missy? Do you wanna go vroom vroom with me?"

In all honesty, he was confused as to how this person got into his apartment. One moment, he was frying his eggs in complete silence, then a random male came up from behind him and started talking about pickled eggs. The topic of eggs always interested him, but there were more important things on his mind right now. He should probably ask him to leave before his sister, the lieutenant, comes home after an all nighter.

        {{❋}} “..." The ghost looked at the boy and then he looked side to side. "Who am I am matters not, young child. I am your imagination. I'm apart of your mind man. I'm your conscious. You're asleep. I'm asleep." The ghost said waving his hands around like some psychedelic episode. Making a soft 'woo'ing sound the ghost made his eyes wide and nodded at the boy. "What matters is if you can make me those pickled eggs. Pickled eggs are the answer to the universe. They are the key to all happiness. Can you make them? Your life long lucky item?"

      Was… Was that someone talking to him? He tilted his head after he’d jumped probably fifteen feet in the air, “W-What?” Why was he even in this store? He didn’t even remember walking into it. That was dangerous. He could’ve walked into something far more dangerous. Oh well, at least it was a toy store. “A-…Um, I don’t know.. S’not really my style, mate. I like recliners. I have history of a bad back.” he scratched his cheek.

        {{❋}} The ghost made a disgruntled high pitched whining sound. "Man, are you kidding me." The boy said as he waved his arms around, flailing everywhere while pointing towards the stuffed bear. "That's waaay better than a stupid recliner! Its an awesome ass bear dude thing. Like, you get to cuddle with your friend but also have a totally awesome soft plush seat man." The ghost said nodding his head furiously. "You'd be like, some kind of moron not to buy such a golden item! And its not even that expensive. It's like 35$ but the size alone makes it worth like probably 100$. At least." He gave the other a face, "don't me that moron. Don't let this be the one that got away."

                                                  Gotta be nice to the baby ghosts.                                                                            Spoiler: she’s dead, too.

        {{❋}} "I see---no good." Well, snap, he'd have to try harder next time--but. Making the walls bleed or something? He couldn't do that why did she suggest such an absurd thing? "I can't make the walls bleed! What do I look like some sort of magician." He brushed her off--dead? Who's dead? He's not dead, he's alive as can be, don't know you? He can hold three pickles! That sounds pretty alive to him!

The Cucuy brought the cigarette to his lips, lighting it, before puffing out the smoke. There was no need to bother with such a troubling boy. Had he cared enough, he would have ate him. 

      {{❋}} "But you don't seemed to understand, sir!" The ghost said, dismay laced in his voice. "I just wanted pickled eggs. I didn't want to eat them or anything. I just wanted to hold them. I can hold THREE whole pickle slices. I wanted to try something a little heavier, you know, practice holding on to things without---dropping them." Woops, maybe that was too much? He didn't want to let the other know what he was. "Uh--because I broke my body. Yup, I broke my body, and so now I'm trying to make my bones strong!" Nice save, totally believable, tens across the board!

    —— ( ☼ )   Onions? Euh. “They can’t cry, they’re just—evil.” Wait a second, every onion-hater says that. Or would say that. Huh. “Even if they could cry. Cats are allergic to them. So they’re evil with their onioness and their juice-blood.”

        {{❋}} Wait---"WHAT? Cats are allergic?" Oh my god! Oh no! Save the cats, the onions could wait. What did we even need onions for. "Save the cats. We need to make a petition. No more onions, ever! Who cares if we hurt their feelings. Cats are more precious commodity!" The ghost was positively upset with this development.