[FILLED] Minho sees dead people [2]
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August 6 2011, 18:17:34 UTC
"I'm sick of-" Kibum waved his hand vaguely around the room before turning his gaze incriminatingly back to the bedsheet "Feeling but not reaching things...it's like being a baby"
Ghosts could kind of touch solid things. From what he'd gathered over the years, when they set their minds to grasping hold of something, they could do it. The actual moving of said thing was another story, but ghosts were very stubborn-minded; another thing he'd gathered.
He'd already moved once and had doors around his house refitted twice for his parents concern over the various bangs and creaks and that time when four picture frames toppled and shattered to the floor at once.
Minho had, unwittingly, likened it to Tinkerbell trying to push open the drawer she'd been stuck in. Then he rationalized that that was far too adorable a comparison to fit Kibum, but it floated back into his head every time he saw the boy struggle with a doorknob.
Kibum was currently surveying him expectantly and then toppled back onto the mattress at the blank look he recieved, kicking his feet petulantly around Minho's face. "Minho, I'm bored"
"What do you expect me to do? I have no money left" He frowned, bending back to avoid the offending limbs. It was true, Minho had already taken Kibum on a ferris wheel, swimming and to several museums around the city over the last week.
Kibum righted himself quick as a wink, smiling winningly "I want to go shopping" his confidence wasn't shaken by Minho's withering stare as he continued, voice wheedling "Just this one time. It's not like I can do anything other than window shopping anyway..."
Minho had never been faced with a ghost who weilded his own death as a tool of manipulation more than Kibum did. He stared, sullenly, for a few moments before getting to his feet. "Fine"
There was no point in having a staring competition with a dead person. "What do you expect me to do? I have no money left" He frowned, bending back to avoid the offending limbs. It was true, Minho had already taken Kibum on a ferris wheel, swimming and to several museums around the city over the last week.
Kibum righted himself quick as a wink, smiling winningly "I want to go shopping" his confidence wasn't shaken by Minho's withering stare as he continued, voice wheedling "Just this one time. It's not like I can do anything other than window shopping anyway..."
Minho had never been faced with a ghost who weilded his own death as a tool of manipulation more than Kibum did. He stared, sullenly, for a few moments before getting to his feet. "Fine"
There was no point in having a staring competition with a dead person.
"Did you download Katy Perry's new song?" Kibum asked as they strolled down the high street, having rolled his eyes at another Michael Jackson song a second before.
As a mediator Minho's parents had sent him to several psychologists over the years, but it was only now thanks to Kibum that they'd developed a theory that he was rather gay, and that the two were possibly linked.
"I'm not taking you to another museum" Minho said firmly, putting on his best i-am-not-taking-your-bullshit expression whilst searching for the Katy-something song that sounded just like all her other ones to Minho. Kibum would have none of that however.
Ghosts could kind of touch solid things. From what he'd gathered over the years, when they set their minds to grasping hold of something, they could do it. The actual moving of said thing was another story, but ghosts were very stubborn-minded; another thing he'd gathered.
He'd already moved once and had doors around his house refitted twice for his parents concern over the various bangs and creaks and that time when four picture frames toppled and shattered to the floor at once.
Minho had, unwittingly, likened it to Tinkerbell trying to push open the drawer she'd been stuck in. Then he rationalized that that was far too adorable a comparison to fit Kibum, but it floated back into his head every time he saw the boy struggle with a doorknob.
Kibum was currently surveying him expectantly and then toppled back onto the mattress at the blank look he recieved, kicking his feet petulantly around Minho's face. "Minho, I'm bored"
"What do you expect me to do? I have no money left" He frowned, bending back to avoid the offending limbs. It was true, Minho had already taken Kibum on a ferris wheel, swimming and to several museums around the city over the last week.
Kibum righted himself quick as a wink, smiling winningly "I want to go shopping" his confidence wasn't shaken by Minho's withering stare as he continued, voice wheedling "Just this one time. It's not like I can do anything other than window shopping anyway..."
Minho had never been faced with a ghost who weilded his own death as a tool of manipulation more than Kibum did. He stared, sullenly, for a few moments before getting to his feet. "Fine"
There was no point in having a staring competition with a dead person.
"What do you expect me to do? I have no money left" He frowned, bending back to avoid the offending limbs. It was true, Minho had already taken Kibum on a ferris wheel, swimming and to several museums around the city over the last week.
Kibum righted himself quick as a wink, smiling winningly "I want to go shopping" his confidence wasn't shaken by Minho's withering stare as he continued, voice wheedling "Just this one time. It's not like I can do anything other than window shopping anyway..."
Minho had never been faced with a ghost who weilded his own death as a tool of manipulation more than Kibum did. He stared, sullenly, for a few moments before getting to his feet. "Fine"
There was no point in having a staring competition with a dead person.
"Did you download Katy Perry's new song?" Kibum asked as they strolled down the high street, having rolled his eyes at another Michael Jackson song a second before.
As a mediator Minho's parents had sent him to several psychologists over the years, but it was only now thanks to Kibum that they'd developed a theory that he was rather gay, and that the two were possibly linked.
"I'm not taking you to another museum" Minho said firmly, putting on his best i-am-not-taking-your-bullshit expression whilst searching for the Katy-something song that sounded just like all her other ones to Minho. Kibum would have none of that however.
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