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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

......

Oh come on!

*guess who got turned into a girl again. 8)*

Comments

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

I'm not a pervert. I'm not looking at you.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*eyeroll again* Whatever.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

If I took your picture, it'd be because of a ghost.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

How do you know if there's one present?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Depends. It gets cold, or I hear them.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

You can hear ghosts?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Sometimes.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Cool.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... sometimes. And sometimes they attack me.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Maybe they don't want you taking pictures of them.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

It's not that! They attack me before I take a picture! It's... usually after they hurt me that I take their picture. It hurts them.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Maybe your presence disturbs them.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... maybe.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Just a guess.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[rubs his arm, frowning]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Are you alright?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Just... thinking.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Hm.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Just this... bruise.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

It won't go away.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Ghost?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That's how I got it. [shows him, and it looks like something's still holding on]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Knarly.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

You think so?