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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 8:14 am
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Reese's own eyes glowed slightly as they widened in response, but nothing at all comparable to the striking display in front of her. Having moved in quite close, the soft, glowing breeze appeared to blow Reese back slightly. Blinking the ghost offered a small, rare smile and took Aisha's hand.
It was warm! Reese, at best, tended to be room temperature. She had a feeling that if she focused long enough and well enough, someday she might be able to become cold. But warmth! That was unexpected in ghosts and undead, and quite nice, really.
Reluctantly, she let go, and reached for her notepad. Your features are many and of good quality. My name is Reese.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 3:52 pm
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The smile grew shocked and Reese carefully took the bead and examined it this way and that, memorizing the gift as well as she could until she'd be able to document it was home. As she did so, the ghoul floated a little bit higher, and everything about her seemed to get lighter.
Reaching over to her other side, the ghost picked up a small, tidy canvas bag with her dorm emblem, and took out a wooden box, where she carefully placed the bead and stowed it away. There was no chance of it get lost now, and with a satisfied nod, Reese bent over her notepad once more.
Thank you, it is a very fine thing. I would like to be friends.
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