"'m a ghost," they say, twirling a little in the air. They don't seem all that bothered by this; they're just as dead as usual, only with more perks.
They drop down towards her, putting a hand to their mouth in thought. "Hmmm, we don't really think about it, I think. I think we use our arms? Like this," they hold out their arms like an aeroplane, "or this." They float as if walking down the stairs, swinging their arms in time. Their own tail gives them difficulty in demonstrating the alternating nature of the exaggerated movement.
Said tail flicks in interest when they come to a stop. "Does that help?"
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Date: 2016-10-04 12:28 am (UTC)They drop down towards her, putting a hand to their mouth in thought. "Hmmm, we don't really think about it, I think. I think we use our arms? Like this," they hold out their arms like an aeroplane, "or this." They float as if walking down the stairs, swinging their arms in time. Their own tail gives them difficulty in demonstrating the alternating nature of the exaggerated movement.
Said tail flicks in interest when they come to a stop. "Does that help?"