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❝I didn’t come from a wealthy family.  ❞

He replies softly to them, shifting more as he watches the way they put away their baby chick with careful hands & an even more careful speed that’s almost endearing & sweet to watch. ( if he had a mouth, he would most definitely be smiling now.) Then his attention turns back just as they make small but subtle eye contact for only a second.

❝ I came from a family of cooks, who took me in from off their doorstep where I showed  up one rainy night. The memory is hazy but they saw me just laying there and at first didn’t know  what to do, so they took me in, and nursed me up. 

 When I came to, I couldn’t tell them anything, and didn’t  exactly have much memory or anything at all really so.. they decided to take me in. I’ve got a good mom and a great dad, and three wonderful loving sisters who I heh, love half to death. And whenever I think of them now, I just get really sad…❞

At the end of it, his body lurches, shoulders coming down in a short drag as he hangs his  head, stilled with the solemn glow in his eyes, only this time it’s glowed deeper. & he sighs.

❝They probably don’t even know what’s happened  to me. Or if they do, are worried sick. I can’t imagine what they’re going through right now, I’ve tried, but thinking about it makes me sick. Sometimes I think they’re just sitting in denial over me, or sometimes I just think they haven’t and that’s the worst one to think about. But I think the more worst feeling in the world is them never knowing at all or just plain forgetting me like somebody else I know.. It’s not a nice thought.❞

He listens in intently to their spiel, mostly keeping silent and occasionally looking off into the distance as he hears them out about their story. So it would  seem that the wealthy attire of their dress wear was just what it was-- a mighty fine piece of fashion.

Rooster isn’t one for judging a man based off looks or as most of the young ones used for terms in  the layaway days; popularity, but more on   how they precariously carry themselves in a  metaphysical sense. There were ones who typically dress the same way they presented their personalities and Rooster is no strangers to the lookers.  

Businessmen of any stature that he’s ever  had the pleasure of communing with within  the hours have all shown him a variety of things he normally doesn’t pay much  attention to in people. And it’s certainly shown  through; quite brightly in others.

This however was different, much much more different than anything he’s ever had  to chance to face before. But it comes as a short sign of relief knowing his first impression of the young specter was wrong. 

“ Ah, I see.” He says, pushing his  hands in his lap. “could’ve fooled me with the fancy suit of yours, the fabric and trim of it just reminded me of all  dem’ other business folk I make run ins with from time to time in between deliveries. Most of them are pretty well off, but I can 

say now that isn’t the case for all. “ He shifts some, stirring a look of  irritation in his assumption.

❝No it’s okay, it’s not like you’re trying to actively pry into anything at all. ❞

he says, quite calmly & at ease with their response. For some reason, he had it in him to believe they were never going to say anything about it. & the question  along with its overwhelming surge of anticipation for  it would have come to stand still had Lewis not said anything. It feels good to be wrong about something for once. Something that’s in his control at the very least anyway. He tilts his head towards them, hollow eyes lit with solemn tired glow.

❝ I don’t blame you it’s usually what most people think when they see me like this. Well… if I let them that is.  Most don’t even have the chance, considering my  little”friends” do most of the work for me when we lived in the mansion before all of this.  ❞

& he remembers, quite clearly everything before that. Everything before all of this as if it were presented at him like a video tape on repeat, all the little pieces & memories he sought out and put away into the folds of his golden locket, there to stay until the right time, just the right moment… He pats a space near him, just to hint to them it’s okay to sit, & turns his head to look overhead as they gaze  upon the night sky. The drift in the wind catching the glow & wisp of his hair as it flickers & twists with the wind.

❝ It’s okay to be curious, I can talk about it.❞

He watches the taller specter for a moment, almost uncertain of whether he should take them up on their offer. It seemed genuine and kind of them to offer up something as  giving them a much more closer space next to them. But as again he is wary, and wariness of the man seemed to provoke a sense of anxious caution in him not to. It’s not that doesn’t want to,he’s just unsure is all. 

But this ghost ain’t never done nothing to him yet, and he should be glad for this fact indeed. so what he does first, is look them on for a moment, glancing to the spot they pat at and back to them before looking down to his chick- lil sunny, who limps over absently in slumber. Moving would require moving sunny first. So he takes that initiated step to let a hand down to catch them in his palm before lifting them carefully and gradually to the opening in his hat atop his head. He hopes that’s enough to not wake them, as he scoots himself over toward the purple haunt and sits.With little space in-between them it seemed cramped, but he doesn’t mind all too much. So long as they don’t make any sudden movements, things should be okay.

“ Well if you insist..”

He says, with little uncertainty churning at the drawl in his words. He shifts more before dragging his attention towards them.

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He looks to them, only shifting by just a little. but it’s enough to catch a glimpse of their obvious tension between himself & the man who cowers like a spooked bird the likes of which  a bellowing horn could only demonstrate. It  makes him feel sad, because he doesn’t want  to scare this poor man. No that’s not his goal. he  has other things to worry about than some man  of country tongue & poultry riding around in a 18- wheeler with a chick under his wing and nothing  more. No he doesn’t really have the time to worry  about all of that. But given how he’s stuck within  this situation here, it would seem he really doesn’t have a choice, but to watch them quiver and stumble over their words as they ask him  what he means.

❝You understand.  ❞ He says in a tired voice, less thundering with volume & quieted with a drawl of a small yawn pulling out breathy & slow, like he’s actually sleepy.

❝Don’t think I don’t see how you look at me. I can tell, you wanna ask how I got to be this way.. right? Because you’re curious about it. No?  ❞

He shifts uncomfortably by the large specter beside him. It should go without saying that his temperate effect on the  poor man was enough to cause nearly a small heart attack; even with so much as a booming word etched from across  invisible vocals, the likes of which Rooster himself  could not  fathom how the makings of that sound could  verbalize

Even as he fumbles over his words ( a common thing he does when put through quite the fright) and hold his darling shivering chick in his palms, he stops himself from putting up a front, and give the ghost his attention.

“ O-Oh... y- ya mean about your ghostly condition? Aw well shucks, I wasn’t gonna ask ya about it. I-I figure since it  didn’t seem like it was in my right to,or even just for curiosity’s sake to ask, that we could’ve just left it all alone and never say anything about it.”

He pipes up, the brunched up top of his hat is straightened out  once lil’ sunny is put to rest in his lap, and he adjusts it with his hands before putting back on top of his head neatly.

From the sound of the booming voice, the poor man nearly jumps out of his skin. Sunny peeps a head out from under his cap as he better adjusts himself. He still isn’t used to that voice, even after all this time, it still spooks him to hell and back. Shameful, he’s got to get better at that.