[Canon is Being Human]

[john_mitchell]

Are you done? See? I told you you didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

.... Why are you still so cheerful about having me around?

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[fluffyexterior]

Probably the same reason mine likes keeping me around, even though she never puts me anywhere, not even in memes anymore!

[john_mitchell]

They enjoy the tragedy of your life too, do they?

I haven't been out here much myself, but that's mostly due to time constraints.

[fluffyexterior]

Oh, I'm already dead, not much tragedy left to be had, really. But yeah, something like that. She does tend to take on the hopeless cases and then just ... collect them.

[john_mitchell]

I know a little something about that. Death and hopeless cases.

Anyway, enough of the gloomy talk, huh? I'm Mitchell.

[fluffyexterior]

I like the way you think. I'm Thelma.

Twiglet? [offering the packet with a cheerful jostle]

[john_mitchell]

Thanks.

[He takes one.]

So you seem pretty chipper considering the whole death thing.

[fluffyexterior]

I won't lie, the whole getting dead part was pretty terrible, but being dead isn't so bad. Don't have to use doors anymore if I don't want to.

[john_mitchell]

So you're a ghost?

[fluffyexterior]

[She nods, crunching on a twiglet herself.] I am. It gets frustrating, sometimes, but it's not all bad.

[john_mitchell]

I've known a few ghosts.

[fluffyexterior]

Well that does explain why you could see me right off. I didn't even have to float anything around or anything. That's always a bit refreshing.

[john_mitchell]

You're easily seen by other supernatural beings.

[fluffyexterior]

[She squints at him then, just a little suspicious.] I'm just going to pretend you didn't say that. Otherwise we might not get along like we are.

[Curiousity wins out though, it always does] Right, what are you, then?

[john_mitchell]

No reason we can't get along. It's not like I want to exorcise you.

I'm a vampire.

[fluffyexterior]

[Both brows arch] You're having me on! No such thing, is there?

[A pause then, brow furrowing.] Sorry, that was rude, you know, comin' from a ghost.

[john_mitchell]

Did you believe in ghosts before you became one?

[fluffyexterior]

[She thinks about this, eating the last of the twiglets and crumpling the packet.] No, don't suppose I did. Tried I think, Bloody Mary in the mirror during sleepovers and all. But I don't think any of us really believed it.

[shinra_dog]

Strugglin' homeless, Mitch?

[john_mitchell]

Are you suggesting I find a home?

[shinra_dog]

*shrugs* Dunno -- depends where, really. But it's never borin'. Sometimes alright t' have a place t' go, y'know?

[john_mitchell]

I know.

Did you mun put you anywhere proper - or improper?

[shinra_dog]

*rubs the back of his neck* Eh... well she's still thinkin' of that sex island. Collars an' all.

Other than that, a prison actually. *chuckles* Guess they suit me jus' fine, but prob'ly not 'proper.'

[john_mitchell]

That doesn't sound promising. Why would that suit you?

[shinra_dog]

*smirks* Aw, Mitch, I'm flattered, but I ain't as nice as ya might think. 'N whether or not I want t' be in prison, I can't say I don't deserve it.

[john_mitchell]

Next you'll be telling me you're a mass murderer. Right?

[shinra_dog]

...

...

... Yes.

[john_mitchell]

I'd be a hypocrite to tell you off for that.

[shinra_dog]

Damn straight, blood-sucker. *teasing grin* Maybe you should be in with me.