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"Sylvie, I swear, I can explain..." she said, putting her arms out in an attempt to calm me down. She guided me over to some nearby tables and sat me down. She looked side to side, as if to make sure no one was watching, and then leaned over the table towards me. Her voice was just a whisper. | "Sylvie, I swear, I can explain..." she said, putting her arms out in an attempt to calm me down. She guided me over to some nearby tables and sat me down. She looked side to side, as if to make sure no one was watching, and then leaned over the table towards me. Her voice was just a whisper. | ||
"Fist of all, shush! Just, stay calm," she said. | "Fist of all, shush! Just, stay calm," she said. "Yeah, easy for you to say!" I yelled. "You didn't just witness your best friend wield some invisible punchy... ghost... thing!" Jocelyn sighed. "Look... Ever since I was a kid, I knew that I was... different." I scoffed. "You got that right!!" Jocelyn crossed her arms and shot me an incredulous look. "Ugh, Sylvie, would you just sit down? I'll tell you the whole story, kay?" | ||
"So, a really long time ago, my grandpa came in contact with this um, virus thing. Apparently he was told, and I know this sounds ''super'' lame... but he was told he would gain some kind of powerful spirit warrior. But that's not what happened. He just kinda got sick for a while, and then recovered." | |||
"Uh-huh..." I said. To be honest, I had never seen her speak with such sincerity. I was starting to feel bad for snapping at her, so I sat there quietly as she continued. "Well, nothing happened for a long time, that is until I was born. When I was about six, I was playing with some toys. And then, a literal ghost sat down next to me, mirroring my every move!" I nodded my head silently. She kept going. "You'd think it'd be creepy, but honestly it was kinda comforting to have someone to spend time with. I didn't know what to call it for a long time, I just called it my "friend." But then, uh, one day..." | |||
"Uh, one day I started calling it..." She looked down at the floor and started to mumble. "...Male... Fantasy." I think she was expecting me to judge her, but I just sat there, listening intently. "I dunno exactly where that came from... I guess because it reminds me of some beefy anime character that only a ''man'' could come up with..." | |||
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