[ He can't see her, he can't hear her, he can't feel her attempts to prod him, and now he's probably assuming that she's some sort of axe murderer ghost. Today is shaping up to be incredibly frustrating. ]
The air's fresh. Fresh-ish. I don't see why you think it's a problem. [ ... why does she feel so defensive over a one-sided conversation with a stranger.
It pushes her towards making a risk, at least - she's fairly confident that the faint hum of electricity that she can not-quite-feel is actually a phone, and phones mean speakers. Her ghostly presence fades, drifts towards current and batteries and plastic, and she can't help but hope she got her aim right. If she didn't, things are going to get really awkward.
Stiles' pocket goes ice cold a split second before his mobile rings. ]
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The air's fresh. Fresh-ish. I don't see why you think it's a problem. [ ... why does she feel so defensive over a one-sided conversation with a stranger.
It pushes her towards making a risk, at least - she's fairly confident that the faint hum of electricity that she can not-quite-feel is actually a phone, and phones mean speakers. Her ghostly presence fades, drifts towards current and batteries and plastic, and she can't help but hope she got her aim right. If she didn't, things are going to get really awkward.
Stiles' pocket goes ice cold a split second before his mobile rings. ]