Do You Even Ghost Bro? [CLOSED]

"Oh, right." Jungshin said, turning slightly to face her better. "I'm Jungshin." He told her, giving her a slight bow out of habit. He tapped his chin, "Really, I don't think we have to do anything. The teacher says that the older you get, the more you forget how to uh.. human, essentially, I guess." He shrugged, "We can eat, and drink, shower, change clothes. We don't have to do any of it. With eating and drinking, I think it's more a memory thing, because we can taste things, we just don't need it. And that can apply to honestly any activity. Though to not do anything humans do... I think that would lead to a very boring eternity." He said, looking past her, staring at nothing, seeming to be thinking about something. He focused back on the conversation, "Do whatever you want to do, honestly. Travel if you want, unlike most stories, we aren't actually bound to any one place. I like reading, so I'd really like to be able to one day say I've read every book in the world. Or well, every good book." He told her. "Try not to think too much about it, but if you don't know already, we're immortal. It's really daunting to think about for me..." He brought his legs up to his chest, rocking back and forth absent-mindedly. "So just think of things you can do now, or in the near future, if it ever gets overwhelming." He suggested.

Jungshin nodded in agreement. He knew. He was still trying to take it all in himself, and he'd been here two years already. "It's nice to meet you too," He mimicked, "It's hard because a lot of the students seem like they've been here forever. They have friends that seem more like family. I've only just started trying to make friends and well. I now have two." He said with a sheepish laugh.

He perked up when she mentioned art school. "You went to art school?" He asked her, a smile forming on his face. "I was going to go to an art college, but I... I got really tired of trying in high school." He bit his lip and let out a sigh. "I guess... I just kind of gave up, you know?" He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling, the smile was still on his face, but his voice seemed a bit sad, "In Korea, kids are studying constantly. By the time I got to high school, I was in class from 7am to 3pm, then I had, um.." He stumbled over the proper word for 학원. He always had, because English didn't really seem have an equivalent. "sort of like, after-school school? It lasted from 5pm to 10pm, we would just study more things. Then when a student got home, there was still homework to do. Then the next day, you do it all over again. Even though I really, really wanted to go to an art university, I couldn't sustain it." He made a face, looking jokingly annoyed, "I wanted to go to one in the US, so I even studied English really hard until then." Finally, he looked back to her, "What school were you going to?"

He nodded, "There are jobs you can sign up for, essentially. It's not required, but the older students usually help with things like dishes in the cafeteria, or just in the cafeteria in general, or do other things. Sweeping, cleaning classrooms, things like that, and they get paid for it." He explained. "We don't really have a shop on campus. However, we can order things from online and they're sent to scouters - erm, the ones that go around searching for supernaturals. Or even just request they get something for us." He paused, backtracking a bit, "There are some limitations, but it's ones that make sense. No silver, no garlic, no ordering alcohol unless you're the bartender, etc."

Jungshin nodded, "I do, but I'm the opposite of you; I sketch mostly and sometimes paint." He told her. His eyes got wide, "No way! That's where I had wanted to go, too!" He sighed, "Though I hadn't actually applied, so I may have gone a year later, or something. Or maybe done my military service and then gone." He mused. No use trying to figure it out now, anyway.

"Hmm?" He hummed, looking to her again, "Oh, no, I'm okay now. Thanks though. I've found a happy medium between studying too much and not studying at all, so I'm doing alright here."

He chuckled, "Maybe. I'm sure if you go to the headmaster, he can probably think of something to do if you wanted to start making some money. Or at least he could probably arrange something."

"I have some paints if you wanted to borrow them." Jungshin offered, making a circle on the floor with his finger, "Doing something you like might make it easier for you to learn to hold stuff, y'know? Cause it's something you enjoy doing. For me, it took me about a week just because I was so desperate to have something I could do." He let out a chuckle, though it came out more sardonically than he meant. "I think I slept most of the time, so I didn't have to think about it. Being dead." He told her honestly.

He laughed and finally looked back up at her, wrapping his arm around his legs again, "I think what I mean is, I've learned how to maintain satisfactory grades without wearing myself out. In high school I went from one extreme to the other." He explained.

"Well, if you're sure... But I mean it, about loaning you my paint supplies and you practicing. It might help speed up the process."