“What the hell does that mean?” Boyd blurted. He gave another round of blinks, trying to formulate any sort of thought possible.
Perhaps it made sense for him to show up so suddenly as he was in dire need of assistance despite his stubborn antics of his current ~
He realises all too late that he’s overwhelming the poor ghost, and he has to make it right somehow.
“Right so… we help solve cases. Ghosts who can’t or haven’t crossed over… make ‘em right again.”
Stunned, the roaring twenties dweller halted in his thoughts. “Days?” He blurted.
“Monty, my new friend. Could you— slowly— tell me what entirely this office is and what it is your boyfriend and yourself do for a,” living? Ironic word would not suffice. “Job.”
~ could surely perish.
Boyd hadn’t even gotten a good look at the poor boy’s attacker. Was it Death? Was it a Reaper like he had met a few months prior trying to convince him to cross?
Boyd heard commotion in the trees. His nightly outing had been intruded upon by the sound of scuffles— frantic scuffles at that.
He braved a step forward to see someone struggling in the distance. What was he to do? He had to do something or the poor fellow ~
~ himself here of all places with little to no recognition of how he arrived in such a place was another thing.
Ugh. He was getting a headache and he doesn’t actually have a head anymore… well, attached head?
Boyd is… so confused.
There had to have been a reason he stumbled across this so called office with the likes of a not so bird human person who could see him and what he assumed were two deceased parties. Boyd knew he was dead— he had been for ages— but to find ~
“Oh, he died ages before I met him, it’s all good.” He waves dismissively, a cheeky little smile crossing his lips.
“He’s one of the boys I mentioned. Charles, actually.”
Another wind of information infatuated inwards by Boyd’s surprise. He didn’t mean to make a face of bewilderment, it just simply came naturally.
“Oh. Oh dear. I apologize for the death of your boyfriend.”
Okay. That was a lot of information sprung at him when he was simply not ready to receive it.
And he shook his hand? Wait! “Are you deceased as well, Monty?”
“You’re at our office. Well, their office… I’m sort of more like a secretary? Or potions guy. I dunno..” He moves to shake his hand, smiling awkwardly.
“Anyway, I’m happy to help if I can.”