i'm cooler than i look
danny / 14 / amity park
Norman bites his lip as he watches the spirit of a bird land and perch on the shoulder of the kid standing in front of him. “Go on, shoo,” he mutters gently, waving it away with his hand. It eventually gives in, choosing an exit passage in the space between them just after the kid turns around. “Uhh…sorry, you had a big—bug? On your shoulder, sorry.”
That was a lie. Danny knew it was a lie. His sense had gone off but the area was too crowded to go ghost, at least not immediately, and to his relief, it was nothing more than this over friendly bird who thought it was still alive.
"Right, thanks." A look up to the sky and he watched the bird attempt to mingle with those that were still living, sunshine passing through it and rendering the bird nearly invisible by nature’s means.
"But most bugs aren’t feathered and don’t have beaks." Who was this kid trying to fool with that?
I’ll die browsing Tumblr and not even notice it.
this isn’t originally i just wanted to draw ghosts
it’s almost that time again, isn’t it