.::Devon::.
Devon wandered aimlessly around the park, sighing to himself. Sometimes being a part of the undead was totally boring. There was nothing to do and It was often very lonely when you have no one to chat with.
To others, well at least the ones who could see Devon, you wouldn’t know that his eyes were the color of the sea, or his hair was a dark chestnut brown. Nope, to those who could see him, Devon was just a transparent shadow, barely visible to the naked eye.
‘Screw being a ghost’ Devon thought, as spotted a girl. She had blonde hair and was really pretty. She was sitting down on a bench. He shrugged and walked {Floated? X3} to her, sitting down next to her. ‘Might as well have some fun’ He smirked to himself and made funny faces at the chick, he stuck out an arm and made it go through her. He laughed, then stopped, bringing his arm back. “Wait, can you see me blonde chick? If you can see and or hear me, say so, because If you can, Im sorry about the whole putting an arm through you, honest, I didn’t know if you could hear or see me, so..”
{Its okay, I get WB all the time, no lie. It's annoying x3}