[That's bizarre, but... well. This place is bizarre. It is what it is, in the same vein that he's got a literal doppelganger. As Dylan explains, Max's eyes drift slowly, the soft babbling of a ghost drawing him toward the empty seat beside the blonde teenager. A blurry-faced babe knocks around a doll made out of washcloth; Max remembers watching Jessie curse to herself softly, when she'd been trying to figure out how to make it.
Sprog screams shrilly in delight from a round space where a mouth could be, and Max's jaw twitches before he looks at Dylan again.]
cw: hallucinations, allusions to a deceased child
[That's bizarre, but... well. This place is bizarre. It is what it is, in the same vein that he's got a literal doppelganger. As Dylan explains, Max's eyes drift slowly, the soft babbling of a ghost drawing him toward the empty seat beside the blonde teenager. A blurry-faced babe knocks around a doll made out of washcloth; Max remembers watching Jessie curse to herself softly, when she'd been trying to figure out how to make it.
Sprog screams shrilly in delight from a round space where a mouth could be, and Max's jaw twitches before he looks at Dylan again.]
... Don't have one either.
But. Doubt we have much in common.