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[ghostlighter]

[It's been a while since the Griever put in an appearance on the Plane. Currently, he's flying about eight-to-ten feet above the 'ground', and surveying the area. He's not quite sure what he's looking for, but... after the surprise of an alternate version of himself and his brother, it never hurts to check for something new. Strapped to his belt is

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[crowheaded]

[Want some company?

Well, even if you didn't, there's some spiky-haired punk doing spins and flips in your airspace.]

[ghostlighter]

[Uhhhh. The Griever stops and watches for a moment, bemused.]

[crowheaded]

[He can't hover, really, but he CAN grab onto a streetlamp, skate in a spiral down it, then kick up some astral dust as he brakes below.]

[ghostlighter]

[After a moment, he just tilts his head.]

Having fun?

[crowheaded]

[He gives Ghost Boy a thumbs up.]

How 'bout you?

[ghostlighter]

[A shrug in return.]

I'm not the one flipping around everywhere.

[crowheaded]

You should try it.

[ghostlighter]

... Why?

[crowheaded]

'cause that's real flying.

[ghostlighter]

Uh... no. I'd say this is real flying. [To prove his point, he hovers another foot or so higher.]

[crowheaded]

That's called being a hummingbird.

[ghostlighter]

[... :|]

[crowheaded]

C'mon, do a flip! It's not every day you meet someone who can fly.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, but I can fly anytime I want.

[crowheaded]

So can I. Doesn't mean I can't enjoy it.

[ghostlighter]

With... what, those skates?