[ Eric doesn't really remember much of his morning classes as he slept through most of them. Enough to get some notes and the homework, but he was thankful for the bell to ring saying it was lunch time.
Until he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and the annoying voice of one of his classmates. Along with three others pitching in.
They liked calling him Ghost Kid, whether it was because he saw ghosts or was about as visible as one he didn't know. What he did know was that they liked to poke fun of him and bully him any chance they could get.
Today they decided since Eric had a bento lunch for once instead of something in a wrapper, to grab it from him only half finished and throw it on his uniform. He really need to stop being so clumsy with his ghostly hands, dropping things all the time.
They only stopped with their stupid jokes when another student told them off. It was Fujishima, that weird student that just helped everyone. He smiled at him, offering some paper towels. He snapped at him for the help, to just leave him alone before going to the washroom and trying to clean the mess himself. He didn't need anyone's pity.
He comes back home with no trouble following him at least, school was exhausting enough for one adventure. He didn't feel like dealing with ghosts for today.
Except...there was one ghost currently reading a book in his home as if he owned the place. ]
You're still here, huh?
[ He takes off his stained uniform jacket and shoves it into the nearby washer with a few of his other clothes that needed to be cleaned. ]
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Until he felt an arm wrap around his shoulder and the annoying voice of one of his classmates. Along with three others pitching in.
They liked calling him Ghost Kid, whether it was because he saw ghosts or was about as visible as one he didn't know. What he did know was that they liked to poke fun of him and bully him any chance they could get.
Today they decided since Eric had a bento lunch for once instead of something in a wrapper, to grab it from him only half finished and throw it on his uniform. He really need to stop being so clumsy with his ghostly hands, dropping things all the time.
They only stopped with their stupid jokes when another student told them off. It was Fujishima, that weird student that just helped everyone. He smiled at him, offering some paper towels. He snapped at him for the help, to just leave him alone before going to the washroom and trying to clean the mess himself. He didn't need anyone's pity.
He comes back home with no trouble following him at least, school was exhausting enough for one adventure. He didn't feel like dealing with ghosts for today.
Except...there was one ghost currently reading a book in his home as if he owned the place. ]
You're still here, huh?
[ He takes off his stained uniform jacket and shoves it into the nearby washer with a few of his other clothes that needed to be cleaned. ]
Thanks for the lunch...it was good.