They popped back up with wide eyes. "oh my goodness I'm so sorry!"
Libra says panicking as they stepped over to her, picking up her phone for her, accidentally shining the light into their face, though not reacting a bit. The atmosphere never effected Libra. Nothing could touch them. The dust swirling around Libras feet as they stepped forward. "I deeply apologize. Are you okay?"
"Wait…" She whispered, her heart in her throat. "Are you…Libra?" She said in disbelief. It couldn't be. Libra was just someone she made up when she was six to be her best friend. He couldn't be…real…could he?
"Hold up how do you know my name!?"
Libra asks her, handing the phone to her. "Yes, my name Libra. Still, don't know my gender but I do know my name!"
They say with a little laugh. Libra was always a comic relief type of person (or whatever he was) when they weren't all chill. Libra was always one of three to four emotions. Funny, Calm, Angry, or just plain out sad.
She took her phone, still in awe. "It's Thalia, remember me?" She asked quietly. How could her imaginary friend, from years ago, be talking to her and holding things? It didn't make any sense to her,but still, she was curious about them.
(Agh i forgot for a second. is he not allowed to interact with the things around him? Because i can change that)
(nah it's fine)
(Oh okay, sorry though)
"Wait….like…..the little six-year-old girl Thalia?" They tilt their head like a little puppy trying to understand everything that was happening.
(Sorry it's short I'm a tad busy)
Thalia nodded and smiled. Though she knew she was most likely going insane, she felt the urge to be nice to this "hallucination".
(No no it's fine)
"Oh, wowzers!! That's….fun?"
He says with a little smile. He usually wasn't this happy sounding, but he was caught off guard, and it was continuing every second.
"So uh….. were you here? I thought you left oh so long ago?"
She smiled sadly. "I did. But my parents died, so I inherited the house." She tried to sound sad about it, but honestly she couldn't care less. Her parents never cared for her. She had always had to cook for and take care of all her younger siblings. Even after she moved out they never did anything to help or support her. Not even one phone call. It wasn't even any different with them gone.
"You sound sad? How come?" He asks her sitting up on a box, swinging his feet back and forth like a child.
He was just trying to understand everything. His childhood friend had just come to the house he had been stuck in for years.
Though he didn't actually know if he was stuck in this house. He could go anywhere in the house, But he's never actually tried to go outside. Though all of the doors were closed anyway. The fact that he couldn't touch anything and actually affect it made it hard to even try to go outside.