#saveddetermination

It’s about an hour, certainly not enough to satisfy a child’s growing body, Purple being no exception no matter how hard they fought it. A groan follows them as they attempt to get in a sitting position. They look around the room, confused on the surroundings from their tired daze. When they see the blurry image of the skeleton does it slowly sink in they were in his house. * Oh, greetings. * Were you needing this couch? * Hehehe..

     “Not exactly.” He was accustomed to sprawling out on the floor- sometimes even preferred it to finding a place to sit. Perhaps it was simply a byproduct of fatigue or laziness or simply having an extraordinarily comfortable jacket and low standards. Either way, the skeleton had selected a book and found himself a place to read while keeping a watchful eye socket on his sibling. 

In all technicalities, Humerus is talking to a ghost, or used-to-be ghost. However, a ghost likely wouldn't have their spine tingled by the way he said that first word. Something was off, and a tug at their soul told them one of their most horrible fears.  

* I mean, kinda? * I am supposed to be dead- I’ve already told you this story, what’s going on?

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He made it a point to keep the distance between them, left eye flickering like he wanted to call up his magic. Humerus refrained from doing so, however, though whether it was out of confusion or reluctance to start a fight or something else completely was unclear. 

Give a few minutes and there’s a knock on the door. For once, they aren’t in their striped sweater, wearing pale grey leggings and a sweatshirt. Their typing doesn’t seem to match their appearance, * Greetings, sorry I look like such a mess. * Then again, why am I even apologizing when I’m talking to you? * Hehe, sorry… - Okay they never apologize this much.

     With the same swiftness that had characterized his responses to their text messages, Humerus was at the door. His nervousness was painfully obvious, but all things considered, he was doing a good job of toning it down as best he possibly could. Still, there was a concerned twist of the mouth as he looked them over, stepping to the side a moment later with an artificial smile.

     “It’s not a problem. Like I said, you’re always welcome.”