[It's been a long week. Month. Months? ... it's been a time. No wonder Yu is distracted; after everything that happened in the last week, he's just glad to still be standing. Not everyone else can say the same. ...which is why he'd gone to check on Naoto, but finding her apartment empty, messages gone unanswered... Well -- suffice to say that Charles isn't the only one distracted, right now.
The chill hits him like a brick, raising gooseflesh, his breath puffing in front of him for a moment...and then it's gone.
Sorry, mate. He exhales, turning to face the spectral teen, and they haven't spoken in person yet, but Yu has a feeling he knows exactly who this is. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, it's a shake of his head and a small smile at first.]
Don't worry about it. It's not every day you can say you've been run through by a ghost.
[Wow. Maybe a little morbid, in the humor department, but considering all of the recent deaths (and his latent processing of his own, from May), can you blame him?]
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The chill hits him like a brick, raising gooseflesh, his breath puffing in front of him for a moment...and then it's gone.
Sorry, mate. He exhales, turning to face the spectral teen, and they haven't spoken in person yet, but Yu has a feeling he knows exactly who this is. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, it's a shake of his head and a small smile at first.]
Don't worry about it. It's not every day you can say you've been run through by a ghost.
[Wow. Maybe a little morbid, in the humor department, but considering all of the recent deaths (and his latent processing of his own, from May), can you blame him?]
... Charles, right?