♕ |[10]| Filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

[had_not_lived]

[Accidental Voice Post]

N-no, it's not fair... You can't be here, too. you can't. How did you--

[A chair clatters to the floor as Neil backs up into it; he grunts a little as he trips over it, keeps going. Obviously whoever he's talking to, he doesn't want to be anywhere near them. He pauses for a moment; but no other voice is audible.]I'

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o hay action how's it hangin

[had_not_lived]

Likely curse or not, Neil hadn't moved-- still clinging to one wall, eyes focused on a patch of nothingness. They darted over to Todd when the other boy spoke, and he tried to muster a small smile, sliding cautiously towards his friend, not quite willing to take a step in his invisible father's direction. His gaze flicked back periodically to that fixed point. Neil moved warily, clearly nervous, even if he ought to know better.

"You don't see him, do you." He murmured, once he was within a few feet of where Todd stood.

cool cool. i like when action is actiony

[had_not_lived]

"Yeah, that's what people said..." He sighs quietly, steps a little closer to Todd. A little farther from his father. "It still--"

He hesitates, not really sure how to express himself. "I wish he'd go away," he murmurs sulkily, glaring at nothing. "Even if he's not real."

Abruptly he turns away-- as though a lapse in attention will banish the hallucination-- and looks at Todd, this time catching the other boy's expression.

"Yours too?"

yeah well that's just how action rolls

[had_not_lived]

He nods, glances away. Not at his father this time-- just, aside. Somehow being face to face with someone, it seems more important to put up a brave front. So he lifts his chin, takes a breath to bolster himself.

"Well.. if they aren't real, they can't actually do anything to us." As far as he can guess. He hasn't let his father get close enough to touch him, in spite of that.

i wish i was as cool as action is.

[had_not_lived]

He nodded, trying to seem more certain than he felt. He managed a weak smile.

"Figures, we'd have a curse and all this snow..."

i heard superman wears action pajamas

[had_not_lived]

"Always!"

That was, perhaps, a little more enthusiastic than was strictly necessary. Fake confidence was better than none, after all.

idk i think action is too op anyway

[had_not_lived]

He laughed at that, the nervous edge almost imperceptible. Almost. "It's not as if we have nothing to do," Neil replied with a grin.

And there was plenty-- last minute business for the play, making sure the arrangements they'd made due to the weather hadn't fallen through. Costumes to see to, nerves to soothe. A thousand little things his father would hate him for. Neil nodded, consciously avoided looking at Tom Perry.

"You're right. We should get going."