Practice makes perfect sense [COMPLETE]

[mymuralspeaks]

Characters: Sanae Hanekoma (and others!)
Location: Class rooms
Time: Afternoon, move-in day
Content: Mr. H is unpacking his art supplies and setting up the art room. Come bother him?
Warnings: Adorable magic minks <3

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[seethedead]

Joshua had been trying to find his classrooms, and the next stop was the art room.

Which happened to contain someone he knew.

"Hey there~" Not really caring if Mr. H was busy (though he didn't look it), Joshua walked in and sat on one of the front desks with a wave. "A little late setting up the classroom, I see." His eyes wandered towards the winks with a raised eyebrow.

[seethedead]

"I hardly think I'd be talking to you if I couldn't," Joshua replied, though with a hint of a smile. He was in general more polite to the dead- they could hold grudges for much longer. The tattoos were interesting, but he didn't ask about those quite yet. Though they did look similar to...

shoot, forgot--ghost is talking in Japanese.

[mymuralspeaks]

Sanae went back to rummaging through the box, politely pretending to ignore Josh's conversation.

The child shifted closer to Josh, blue eyes now wide as he looked up, "You can hear me too..." He then withdrew slightly if reluctantly, hunching his shoulders and hiding his odd hands in his long sleeves. "Stuff here is so weird..." He seemed to be talking to himself, face turned back to the ground.

whoo japanese. \o/

[seethedead]

"Oh, certainly, there are all types here," he replied, "Why are you in here, though? I'm not sure I can give you something to color with or anything." Crayons didn't exactly pass into the realm of the dead, and Joshua didn't think he could actually pass ANYTHING through to there (or at least not that he knew of). Except, of course, people by the conventional way, but he hadn't tried that yet.

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Sanae frowned, glancing over his shoulder at Josh--who was still just talking to blank air. The mink on his head was leaning forward, as if trying to see something not quite there as well, then turning and looking Josh in the face, confused.

"I don't like it here. It's scary." He didn't lift his eyes until Josh mentioned the whys of being here, "can't color anyway," He mumbled, looking away again to avoid the first question.

[seethedead]

Patting the mink slightly as if to assure it that no, Joshua was not insane (at least not in this aspect), the teen didn't press the 'why.' "I'm sure it'll get better," he said, playing vaguely with a strand of his hair, "Is there something in particular you find frightening?"

[mymuralspeaks]

The mink was not assured because Sanae does not see the little child ghost and by extension neither does the mink. It begin agitatedly preening Josh's poofy hair.

The child pointed at Josh. There's your answer.

[seethedead]

Ignoring the mink for the moment, Joshua looked curious. "Just me, or do you mean other people too?" He did seem rather upset about how 'strange' things were here, so perhaps it was the mutant thing.

In that case, he would just have to deal with it.

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Sanae had set down his boxes and was watching halfheartedly as he leaned against his desk. He had a decent idea what was going on--unless Josh was some really strange form of psychic who saw projections or something...

The mink settled down, curling up sullenly in a nest of ashen hair.

The ghost began to get agitated, taking another few steps back, with his arms cross--hands tucked into his armpits--and still not looking at Josh. "Everyone, everyone, they're all..." He shook his head violently.

[seethedead]

Joshua had seen this before- some people remained anti-mutant even in death. Usually this meant they ran away from him or the really stubborn ones tried to haunt him, and it was best if he just let it go. He raised his hands up a little to show that fine, alright, he'd stop talking before sorting through things again.

[mymuralspeaks]

The little ghost darted out of the room, through the wall--because apparently it was too much to use the door which was only a few feet the other way.

Sanae tilted his head, was the conversation done? He had only caught half of it to begin with, and even though he had a pretty good guess, it still was polite to let Josh explain himself. "I would hope you don't do that in the middle of classes or you'll get yourself kicked out in a hurry."

He sauntered around the desk to pull at another of the unopened boxes--at least they were making progress with his unpacking. "So, was that your power or are you just crazy?" He teased lightly, cutting the box open.

[seethedead]

"Well talking in class itself is quite rude, don't you think?" Joshua said with a giggle and wave of his hand. He wasn't bothered at all by the departure of the small ghost. He was either going to end up miserable or learn to deal with it, and it wasn't really Joshua's problem.

"Yes, Mr. H, I am completely mad and enjoy talking to thin air in my free time. It's a wonderful hobby, you know." It was actually a little hard to tell if he was joking or not, but by the slight smirk on his face he probably was.

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Sanae shook his head with a smile, "Of course, that's why I spend all of my spare time talking to my noise--who are about as flesh and blood as a box of crayons." The artist removed a few of the wire coat hangers from the box, using them to gesture to the spot once occupied by the ghost.

"So you talk to the spirits of the dead, I'm assuming?" He bend one of the coat hangers to an acute angle, "Pretty neat, mister medium."

[seethedead]

"I do indeed~" Joshua chimed, "Terrifies my parents, but oh well." Considering how he abandoned his family over the summers to visit the cafe, he doubted Mr. H would be surprised by that. He reached up to his hair to make sure the mink had not eaten it all before finishing up this bit of sorting.

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Sanae nodded a bit more solemnly. "We all have that problem," He said remembering how terrified his mother had looked back then. It was why he'd bought the cafe--to have somewhere to live and work because he had no where else. "None of that here, though." He chuckled noticing the mink's lazy nest in Josh's hair. The other mink had finished and was back to swirling around Sanae's person, sending odd looks at its sibling everynow and then.

[seethedead]

Actually, Joshua wasn't sure about that- his roommate had called it 'disconcerting,' and he was sure there were others who wouldn't be entirely comfortable with his power.

Which he didn't mind. Might as well get used to it, right?

"Anything else that needs to be unpacked?" he asked. At some point he should probably get back to exploring (he hadn't found a piano yet, after all), but that could wait.