To all those that can see dead people... (aka ghosts)
[Being dead is no fun. Being a damn ghost is no fun, either.
But dead he is and dead he'll be for a while longer.
So Lavi's just sitting on a couch out in the hall hugging his knees and watching everyone walk by.
Well, not even watching. His clothes are shredded beyond repair, he's coated in blood and dirt, the customary eye-patch is missing even. Not that it matters seeing as both his eyes are caked with blood and there's a red film covering them like cataracts. Yet what stands out the most is the Tease tattoo under his left eye.
The only thing that might differentiate him from any other Lavi is that collar around his neck, it's no longer silver but a gold color.]
But dead he is and dead he'll be for a while longer.
So Lavi's just sitting on a couch out in the hall hugging his knees and watching everyone walk by.
Well, not even watching. His clothes are shredded beyond repair, he's coated in blood and dirt, the customary eye-patch is missing even. Not that it matters seeing as both his eyes are caked with blood and there's a red film covering them like cataracts. Yet what stands out the most is the Tease tattoo under his left eye.
The only thing that might differentiate him from any other Lavi is that collar around his neck, it's no longer silver but a gold color.]