Entry tags:
feel sixty-four, feel thirty-four
"Have you seen that movie about the Ouija board that actually works?" Jun asks. "It's going to work like that. I need low-level poltergeist activity."
He pauses for a moment, eyeing Fig from his seat across the cafe table.
"And I mean low-level. Nothing that they can use as actual evidence later."
When he worked by himself, Jun never ran the risk of being too convincing. He doesn't have much telekinetic range outside of wobbling cups or small gusts of wind. He does have a largely uninterrupted line to the spirit world, but that has its own pros and cons. Mostly cons, if he's being honest. In fact, he's looking at one of those cons right now.
"And you still can't hear my thoughts?"
Jun's own telepathy isn't working so well on his new business partner. It's in turns frustrating—he's gotten so used to being able to hear—and relieving. He doesn't want to know what Fig is actually thinking of him when he's sneaking around his house like the unwanted roommate he is.
He pauses for a moment, eyeing Fig from his seat across the cafe table.
"And I mean low-level. Nothing that they can use as actual evidence later."
When he worked by himself, Jun never ran the risk of being too convincing. He doesn't have much telekinetic range outside of wobbling cups or small gusts of wind. He does have a largely uninterrupted line to the spirit world, but that has its own pros and cons. Mostly cons, if he's being honest. In fact, he's looking at one of those cons right now.
"And you still can't hear my thoughts?"
Jun's own telepathy isn't working so well on his new business partner. It's in turns frustrating—he's gotten so used to being able to hear—and relieving. He doesn't want to know what Fig is actually thinking of him when he's sneaking around his house like the unwanted roommate he is.