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[rule_britannia]

[His handwriting is barely legible, as if he's shaking so badly he can barely hold the quill]

I need some help

Hes dead hes

Eriqs dead I dont know what to do

fuck

Comments

[preanimator]

Probably, though he has shrunk it. Still, maybe his boots stink anyway, I've never investigated. [little smirk, though it fades a little bit as he regards his friend's ghostly form]

Well. [after a moment] I suppose this is giving you all sorts of personal experience with, you know, the spiritual side of existence. [It is one of Eriq's areas of interest, after all.] And you can go where you like, now. Even the girl's dorms.

[eighttimeshandy]

[He nods a long with Herbert's assessment, stopping as the other boy looks him over, looking down at his hands with a small, sad smile]

It is, yes. It would be nice if it were temporary, I suppose, but... well, regardless, I am not going to let it stop me.

[He blushes a bit at the mention of the girls' dorms a little, just a slight graying of his cheeks] I actually had no intention of doing that.

[preanimator]

We still don't know that it isn't. [Herbert insists stubbornly.] This is all too odd to be natural. They'd damn well better investigate thoroughly!

[He glances away at Eriq's blush, though, his look a bit pensive and sad. There's an almost visible change on his face, a look when it's clear he's decided to change to subject, and not examine the thing he really, really doesn't want to.] Anyway, what are you going to do tonight? Do ghosts sleep?