( he looked at me like i was stupid, i'm not stupid )

[falconing]

Who: Members of the Huntress and visitors!
Action: The U.S.S. Huntress!
When: It's a mingle for the month of March!

[ it's that time of year! also, pr was on hiatus for a bit, and needs to throw herself into things, so indulge me!! ]

Comments

[nerdeology]

[He can't really blame her, but he wishes people would stop jumping straight to 'ghost'. Is that really the only thing that could possibly be invisible!?

Well, at least she's calmed down a bit. But now he's stuck- she's at his spot, and he can't just go back to washing dishes when she's right there. She'll probably start screaming again.

Hmm... oh, right, she liked sweets, didn't she? Maybe a distraction will do the trick. He edges over to the plates he'd laid out and nudges a knife so it clinks noisily against one of them. Look! Cake! Please have cake and be happy and maybe stop yelling at the sink?]

[scrubscrub]

[A-ahh...! OH GOSH...

She looks with some unease at the sweets left unattended, relaxing a fraction at a time as she studies it. Who could have done this? They've gone and left it unattended. But — Focus, Koala! There is clear evidence of the paranormal aboard this ship!

She tries to decode this entire situation.]

... Are you... um... haunting us because you've enjoyed the food?

I-it does look very delicious, doesn't it?

[nerdeology]

[....

child just

eat some cake, please]

Good grief, do I have to do it all myself?

[Maybe if he just. Gets a plate. Will that help?? He slides one across the counter towards her, stopping it in front of the cake plate. Can this kid read? She probably can't read. Ugh.]

1/3

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[.......]

Um...

Did you, um.

[She takes the knife.]

[scrubscrub]

.......

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Ah!

Did you want me to cut you a slice?

[No problem, Mr. Ghost! Let's make you a nice big piece.

IDK how you eat it, but I'm not here to judge.]

[nerdeology]

[.....THIS ISN'T WORKING

Okay. Okay, fine. He's an adult, he can handle basic communication. First, let's just test that little "can she read" question. He ignores the cake and slides the little card he'd made towards her. Take some! It says to take some!]

[scrubscrub]

[... Oh... Yes! A written letter! Excellent.

She holds it carefully.]

F—forrr... the... en...tee-reh... en — um. Creh-oo.

Entereh Creh-Oo?

[................................... ;;;]

[nerdeology]

[.......

Holding in the most exasperated sigh ever conceived, he picks up the plate with the slice of cake on it and offers it out to her. Honestly, he can't think of a better way to deal with this.

Being invisible sure is inconvenient sometimes.]

[scrubscrub]

[Silently, she takes the plate, and finally... it seems she's at least got some clue of what is going on. Not that he's not a ghost, of course, but...]

You made this for us?

[She gasps.]

A-are you the one who made me the mysterious sweets in my room?!

[nerdeology]

[Wow, she remembered that? Technically he didn't make them, but he'd still given them to her, so he'd like to tell her yes. But hmm, how to say...

Well, it had worked with Greed and Ling the first time. He crouches down and touches his hand to the floor, frost spreading out over the surface like a white cloud. Silently he traces the letters Y E S, rapping his knuckles to the floor so she notices it.]

[scrubscrub]

[She reads it slowly with her eyes, and then smiles widely.]

Ah...! That was — so kind of you! You're a wonderful sweets gifter!

[She holds up her hand, beaming.]

High-five! I, um, I don't know if I'll feel it, but you deserve a high-five!

[SHE'S BEEN LEARNING NEW THINGS.]

[nerdeology]

[High five? Pfft...

He smiles faintly and lifts a hand, tapping his palm lightly against hers. THe impact is gentle, but definitely there; at the very least, she ought to feel the chill of the ice he'd been summoning.]

[scrubscrub]

[She smiles more eagerly at the odd chill.]

Does that mean you also gave me a flower?

[nerdeology]

[He renews the ice on the floor and once again writes "YES". Then, feeling slightly self-indulgent, he traces out the pattern of a little flower beside it, similar to the one he'd left in her room. So she liked it, then?]

[scrubscrub]

[She blushes, hands moving up to clasp in front of her.]

I thought so!! You're really a wonderful artist, you know! Such pretty work, sir!

... Ma'am? Um... mister? Miss?

[nerdeology]

[Oh, right. Well, this is a good enough opportunity to say hello. This time, he writes "Mikleo". Hopefully that's easy enough to read.]

[scrubscrub]

[Drat her and her learning how to read...]

Mee-klee-oo?

[???? Close???? :D]

[nerdeology]

[....Close enough. Maybe he'll get Sorey or somebody to correct her later. He doesn't really know how to convey it properly.

He reaches up and flicks his finger lightly against the plate with her cake on it as a gentle reminder. You're supposed to be enjoying those sweets, kiddo.]

[scrubscrub]

[.............. ah.]

W-well, that's awful kind of you, but... Mr. Sasuke forbade me from eating sweets, for my new diet...

Can you eat such things, Mr. Mee-klee-oo?

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo glowers at her for a long moment, his expression souring at the mention of Sasuke.

Then he reaches down, frosts the floor again, and writes.

"ignore him

cake is good for you"]

[scrubscrub]

[GIVE HER 60 YEARS TO READ THAT, COOL.]

I... Well... I don't suppose this is healthy cake?

[nerdeology]

[he's an immortal, he spends so much time waiting for humans. it's all good.

He traces "sure" in the ice, then goes to cut himself a piece of cake. Maybe it'll encourage her to see him eating some, too. Or, well. Seeing it disappear in mid-air, anyway.]

[scrubscrub]

[She... very slowly takes her own piece. And then sits down, watching in mild astonishment as he eats. How do you feel about being stared at while you're eating, even though she can't see you? Because that's what's happening right now.]

Amazing...! I wonder where it's all going...!

[nerdeology]

[He spends a lot of time with this happening too, honestly, though it's a bit unsettling when the person staring is right in front of him. Alisha used to do it too, before she could see him, and it was as weird then as it is now.

He doesn't give her a proper answer this time- merely draws a smiling face in the frost. Try not to think too hard about it, kiddo.]