How to Train Your Poltergeist [Closed to Aradia]

[alethiological]

Most people, what with living normal lives and having sane modes of being, will come from work at a reasonable hour of the evening. They will probably clean up the place a bit, maybe make dinner or order it out, then go to sleep mentally walling themselves off from the very concept they have to wake up and deal with the same pointless stupidity for another day in an unending cycle until their inevitable demise.

Sadly, this is not one of those people. Instead a door is unlocked at just shy of four in the morning, opened to a pitch black room lit up by a single computer screen. The lights are flicked on - all bulbs still intact, good news, she's getting better - but the room remains dead and abandoned otherwise. Better news.

"Ghost Girl, get out of my computer." Punctuated by tossing his bag right on the couch where the laptop is. It's probably only dumb luck that keeps it from falling off. Or dead teenagers. Details, details.

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[megidoomed]

Similarly, most normal people would tense up if someone entered their apartment in the dead of night with no warning. Thankfully, Aradia neither has a body to tense nor actually owns the apartment - if the mystery intruder was a stranger, they'd be trying to avoid drawing attention to themselves.

Which is almost a pity. At least then she'd get some enjoyment out of spooking them. Will's far too unflappable for that to actually work.

It doesn't take much effort to click the laptop shut when she leaves it - gently, she's trying - and it feels like a courtesy to do so. Like closing a door, or washing your plate after dinner. Or, y'know. Not like throwing your bag at somebody's fetter. Because that's distinctly rude, even if she doesn't seem to care when she re-materializes on the couch.

"You know, you're more likely to damage the laptop then I am if you throw things at it."