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Greg had kept to himself a lot of the day, as though contemplating something as he made his rounds. Through it all, he did still have a job to do of course. He did have to check into things every now and then, and make certain the graveyard was taken care of. But not as much so during the day, he tended to get in a lot of rest during the day.
But the times he was up, it was clear he was contemplating. What one could not be sure of. After he had helped put her to rest, he had pulled from the nearby closet a rather dusty box. It was a box that had been unopened for years. Not because of bad memories... but rather he wasn't sure why. But now seemed as good of a time to bring it out. Still... should he open it? Should he... should he use it? Earlier, when the doctor had been by, at th stinging remark Greg had felt a sort of fire he hadn't felt in years. The sort of fire that made him think to himself, 'I'll show you who I really am. I'm not him... and my parents raised me far longer than Grandfather ever did!' Words he had thought for a long time, but fought back. They were impolite... rude... but as he contemplated that day, he realized they were words true. Coming to this thought, made him wonder about many other things as well. With a slight smile he hung up his hat, his jacket, the old dusty attire. He looked at it a moment, his eyes closed. "I'm not you Grandfather... I'm Greg," he replied, and with that, took the items and closed the closet. It was in a very different attire that he made his rounds that night. In a very different attire he heard a voice singing. Wait... he didn't have his powers active...which meant... from the living. He could not help but listen in, from a slight distance, enjoying the melody as it filtered through a normally soundless place. He wondered idly if she could tell he was listening, as he walked up towards the bench. "Mind if I have a seat?" he asked, arching a brow. It was easy to tell it was Greg, from the vibrant green eyes and still so wavy red hair. But he wore a brown long jacket, with a bright green shirt underneath. He had on a pair of khaki slacks, darker brown shoes, but perhaps most interesting were to note first, he had a few freckles. Secnd, he had a few personal mementos he wore: a gold medallion, and a small green ouroboros. Lastly... he actually looked his age. He wasn't as large, certainly, but he wasn't gangly either. He idly wondered how she would react, if she actually would... |
Hero started at the sound, jumping into the air, her eyes wide with surprise. The girl stared at the stranger, until Greg's most remarkable features clicked in her mind. She nodded, numbly, watching him, eyes most obviously appraising his attire. Clearing her throat, Hero began to blush, glancing away from Greg. "You... look nice," she murmured shyly, adorably brushing some blond hair away. She stole a glance from the corner of her eye, nervous that he'd heard her singing."Sorry, if I was too loud. I swear I won't again. ...Sing, I mean," she mumbled pathetically, playing with a loose thread on her shirt.
"It's just... I don't know. I didn't... It was silly. But you look nice! It's good to see you in human attire. You look more your age, you know," she added, still very apparently embarrassed. She had made room for him now, if not too much, almost on the edge of the bench. He'd scared her almost senseless, and it was so hard to gather them back! The girl coughed, unsure how to get things in this situation back in order. "Like an entirely different person," she finally joked, grinning earnestly. The play that sparkled in her eyes was gratifying, but the hint of embarrassment and edge of nervousness for her unknown performance tainted the emotion with an ugly scar. |
Of course he had expected a reaction mind you, but the reaction he got made him startled a slight bit as well! He could see how bright she blushed, like at first, she didn't recognize him at all. Her words however clicked first, and he shook his head. "No no, you were fine!" he said quickly, shaking his head as he looked for the right words. "It was... it was nice actually. Nice to hear something er.... nice like that. This place gets too quiet sometimes," he told her. "So... it's fine. You uhm... er, should sing," he added, offering a light smile. "Because it's nice," he finished, then shook his head. Man, he wondered if that sounded as.... well lame out loud as it did in his head. But he supposed he got his point across at the very least.
He sat down, frowning a slight since she still seemed very startled. "Human?" he asked, arching both brows. "...I am almost afraid to ask what I looked like before," he added, pondering this. "But thanks." his brows furrowed together in thought. "I... should have warned you a bit before just showing up. But I uhm... wanted to listen," he admitted. "Sorry, one shock at a time huh?" he asked. "...Is it really that different?" he asked. "I mean..." He smiled slightly, feeling this lighter, more properly fitted attire to feel better as well. But it was all his clothing anyways right? "I've just been... thinking today," he replied, pondering how to phrase things. "Earlier, I mean yesterday. When the doctor mentioned Grandfather had raised me better... it irked me. Grandfather had me for a few years sure... but he didn't raise me. For that matter, he implied, in my own place... well nevermind." He sighed a slight, finding himself lost on words again before continuing a moment later. "Anyways... it annoyed me and I need to blow off the steam somehow. I've thought about it before... I guess... but.. oh bother. Seems I've used too many words and the words have departed me yet again..." he mumbled, shaking his head. Greeeeat, he probably looked like a grade a idiot now. He noted her expression however, ad it was a slight bit reassuring in some ways. He pondered a slight more, a thought crossing his mind again. "Mmmmm... Hero. If you keep singing, or say at least you won't give it up.... then I'll keep hat and all that goes with it in the closet," he offered, wondering if perhaps that might work. The thought of someone not wanting to sing, or rather her, was a depressing one to him. Since she had, after all, seemed so happy singing... |
Hero blinked up at Greg, tilting her head as he said absued the word 'nice' repeatedly. She almost laughed, thinking of the term over-kill, but instead look the ground. When he said she should sing, the girl looked up at him, startled. Her brown eyes were reminiscent of a deer, reflecting the world about it with the dark clarify of two wine-tinted mirrors. "I... should?" she breathed, stunned he'd say so. It only made her blush even more, though in the modest way, as if it were so unbelievable of Greg to say that.
"Is it really that different?" the girl scoffed, grinning slightly at him. "You looked like a ghost yourself, Greg. Welcome back to the living," she teased with a laugh. Hero scooted closer, now more comfortable, tilting her head at his two pieces of jewelry. "An ouroboros?" she questioned, looking at him with curiosity. "Don't see many people who know about those any more! Make me wonder what else you know about." It seemed, now, Hero was getting more comfortable. Gathering her wit back up, a relaxed smile spread along her features, like the sprinkling of spring rain on parched flowers. At his ultimatum, the girl once more was shocked. "What?" she asked, confused not by what he meant, but why he would give one for such consequences. "Father always said that singing was a useless profession. He said that artists of that kind starved, and often did drugs. That they do not contribute to the economy, and it was a silly habit I should learn to quit," Hero stated, as if she heard it enough times to recite exactly how her father would say things. The girl said back, wincing at putting pressure upon her bad arm, and then shifting the weight to the other one. |
"You should," he repeated, this time a bit more solid in his words. Or as solid as he could get anyways. He wanted her to honestly believe that... why would she think any different? What had others told her?
He met her grin, and despite himself laughed lightly. "A ghost?" he asked, arching a brow. "Oh come now, it could not have been that bad! People are likely to think in this attire I'm a ghost instead I'm sure!" He noted the way she looked at his jewelry, and smiled a slight. "Really? Hmmmm... my Mother raised me with a healthy knowledge of those sort of things. Is it really so strange? Mmmm... well... I didn't think I knew about anything people would find interesting..." Hence was why he was so quiet, usually. Thinking a moment, he looked to Hero after she said that. "Mother used to tell me something, when I was small. She told me that, in life, we do not regret what we do, but what we do not do. It took me some time but... I believe she was right. Singing would be no more silly than writing, or poetry, or art... they are all means of expression. Nothing silly about it at all. Hmph, wish I could," he admitted, shaking his head. "Hmmmmm... this isn't.... it isn't too much... I'm not talking too much am I?" he asked then suddenly, looking towards her. |
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