Whatever — or whoever — stood before him definitely piqued an unburdened interest in the youth. First he had found himself meandering along a pathway without specific destination as long it kept within boundaries of his familiar vicinity, then suddenly had arrived in another area without much clue to where he was. Normally it would have been a cinch determining where he was with the wisdom of Solomon but the events falling into place didn’t call for Captain Marvel and hopefully they wouldn’t. Though that thought seldom tainted his cognizant which was considerably fortunate.
The entity before him was undecipherable. Clearly without a countenance to rely on to identify. Although instead of being completely fearful, the boy was intrigued. He had, afterall, faced off a number of strange beings that weren’t exactly normal. Instead, both ebony brows matching his adumbral filaments perked with astonishment flooding cerulean hues.
He mustered out. A usual exclamation he picked up from his father — a perfect substitute to profess rather than vulgar language. “You’re a ghost? Cool!” He felt both ends of his lips perk upwards. At his introduction, the young teen acknowledged it with a quick nod and returned it by granting his alias. “You too, sir. My name’s Billy.” Somehow whatever jubilance the unseeable figure mustered, it was returned by the puerile heart.
The phantom had curiously raised an eyebrow at the young fellow. Of course, such a gesture could not be seen, yet it did not change the fact how surprised Jim was. The youth this day and age seemed so…oh, what was the word? Spoiled? Immature? One of those. It was quite rare for Jim to encounter a child who seemed so polite, so pure. Heaven forbid he went through a similar childhood as the apparition did.
A gloved hand had rested on Jim’s chin as he contemplated his question. Cool? He could not remember the last time someone thought of him as ‘cool’. Frightening, yes, but cool? Unheard of. Of course Jim did not mind the praise, far from it in fact. It was genuinely nice to see someone who had not been mortified by his very appearance, or lack thereof technically.
He chuckled slightly at his question, and nodded in return. Oh how often he had to clarify that he was indeed a ghost. It never really bothered him, however. In actuality, it usually made for an interesting tale.
Hearing his introduction had Jim respond to it with a bow. “Greetings, Sir Billy!” He said, tone much more cheerful. “I must say, it warms my cold heart to meet someone who is not reviled at the sight of me. You have my thanks, dear boy.”