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[i][u]Location[/u]:[/i] 25B Faraday Heights
[i][u]Interacting With[/u]: Felix [@McHaggis][/i]
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Mona blinked, then grinned wildly, [color=a4d1cf]”Can you do that? Oh, my gosh! Do you know how great it would be to not be ignored by all those humans out there?”[/color] She floated close to Felix, circling around and around the medium with a look so real and so bright that it couldn’t possibly belong to her. It was so easy to smile like that around the medium, so simple. Just a twitch of the lips and a single thought of happiness. Mona didn’t quite understand love, platonic or not, in real life as easily as she did in the soaps she often frequents. The people on TV are always grinning at their friends and lovers. Emotional, was the word she would mutter when they laughed or cried. Those actors knew how to relay such things even to someone as mindless as Mona. They’re always happy, always sad, always [i]something[/i]. Mona wasn’t always something.

Sometimes she was simply nothing.

Her smile faltered at the thought, then picked back up as she kicked towards the window and leaned (to the best of her ghostly ability) against the windowsill. Her eyes traced the clouds, endless gray and black, and her ears keened to the sound of bustling wind and an apartment close by that seemed to be blasting rock music. The thumping bass and whistling notes of the wind were so dissonant together, so lacking in purpose and beauty. Mona adored it.  Her forehead pressed against the window, felt nothing, and pressed further until she was basically hanging out of the apartment. Small dots of white dropped through her, and the smile turned into a cheesy grin.

[color=a4d1cf]”I think I see some flurries already, Felix! Oh gosh, oh gosh!”[/color] Snow drifted by, falling away from her as if she almost existed. But she didn’t, she couldn’t feel the chill of the loud wind more the brush of wetness from the flakes. She was as dissonant to the world as the wind and bass were to each other. A splotch of lifeless color to an otherwise living, breathing land.

She pushed back into the living room and turned back towards the witch. Ah, Felix. The other girl was much taller than the ghost, boasting seven inches up over her when Mona felt like connecting to the ground. The height difference made Mona feel a bit squirmy for some reason, a bit thoughtful over her own stance, and she straightened her hunched back nonchalantly as she lifted a good five or six inches off the floor. Another smile, small and dreamy, pressed against her lips. [color=a4d1cf]”Do that hocus pocus bullshit on me, I wanna enjoy the day like a [i]normal[/i] person for once~!”[/color] She purred merrily, drifting closer and closer to the witch until she was able to glower down at Felix a bit [i]too[/i] coy-like.