(Starter call) || @glcssheart
He had awoken only just hours ago.
after having such a bad scuffle with having been awoken so abruptly, ( & with good enough reason but bad execution.) he sat near the edge of the bed in a room alone to better collect himself; thoughtlessly immune to the silence of his surroundings & the dreariness of the atmosphere that swirl about his & everyone else's head. Itâs clear here that thereâs only one presence home other than himself that he could better identify, despite the deficiency of his  powers, it wasnât so low to the point of having to sleep more hours just regain what all he had lost.
Doing so would only take him so long, & as of the record in slate of his powers being drained nearly to absolute depletion in only just a matter of hours, it would take days at least just to get enough in to float about; maybe even more, he wasnât so sure. But there isnât much he can do but sit here & wait for progress.
something heâs not really in the mood for right now.
He hears just a foot away from the down the hall someone coming up the stairs, having no reason to react to the noise, he simply sits & lurches over himself, arms attached in a more protective stance around the bend of his knees & chest; wayworn eyes scans the walls but none look to the door even as it opens, he doesnât need to look. Heâs already knows who it is & frankly, looking anywhere would incite no anticipation for them; at least not in the happier sense he supposes. still he doesnât bother to move, listening in as the footsteps draw in closer.
He had been up all day, mostly working but for the most part getting back into the habit of pursing daily life again. It had been well over a week since the incident and the recovery had been slow one. Easily maintained and effective for his nerves  but still a slow one that in the still of the aftermath made him feel a little less over stressed than before. it made no difference though, they never really got over the scope of that situation, and even with mild protest, Vivi insisted that they keep what they found, keep him here and stay watchful to whatever happens.Â
Arthurâs not much for curiosity, especially when it came to the supernatural kind. Those things just donât ever stick with him. And it wasnât like he wasnât a magnet for it, they came all on their own without his intention or awareness. A curse he thinks, and when he got a hold that locket in the van, sitting crooked leg and warily tired eyes scanned it with fear, he hadnât anticipated that shock or that line of pain to jolt his senses awake and ruin his bitterly un replaced arm. It was then that he realized that this-- whatever it was an from where it came from  wasnât any good for them. Â
But Vivi, as stubborn as her head and heart enact, had said it was better to keep it, see what happens with it, and if that ghost ever returns for it, then they can just hope to catch it, if it will manage that much, and possibly- maybe, if the chance ever presented  itself to them, interrogate it. Itâs a silly idea all in itself and he knows it, but since he knows he canât say no to that face, and since that ghostâs mysterious disappearance did shed some curiosity out of him, he begrudgedly went along with it.  itâs the least he can do.
He wasnât expecting much to happen today, it was quiet and Vivi was out for something he didnât catch. getting up that stairs and making his way down the hall. Â he almost doesnât catch the shiver he feels as he enters the room, the clutch of the doorknob still in his hand as he enters and then stops mid pivot to stare forward at the figure lurching over at the edge of the bed. His brows raise, then realization strikes, like a lightning bolt and he jerks himself away, the door slamming against the wall as he stammers.
---âAh!-- uh...um. I-Iâm sorry.. I.. how did, how did you get in here? Â â
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