( the two of them are clearly hopeless. the ghosts, too, are completely helpless — it's especially obvious as they circle around robbie's head and shoulders, bumping into each other and making soft noises that almost sound like laughing as he continues to swat them away. clearly, boring them with pop culture references isn't going to do the trick.

with a disgruntled huff, kimberly does her best to catch the attention of the closest ghost, one that's meandering away and circling back every so often. ) Hey! Yes, you, floaty dude with the ADHD problem. What do you want?

( to her complete surprise, the answer comes. it's not words, of course, because that'd be entirely too obvious, but rather in gesture — the entire flock of floating apparitions beelines towards the front door, hovering up and down impatiently as if waiting for something.

well, why not... she takes an apprehensive step or two forward, and the sense of approval is almost impossible to miss. it doesn't hurt that whatever light source is inside them seems to glow just that much brighter, either. )

Come on, you weirdos, we're apparently playing follow the leader today.

( and if robbie thought he had a choice in the matter, the firm grip suddenly levied on his free hand should prove otherwise. buffy, at least, is given a little bit of choice, if only because kimberly's not quite sure they're at the suddenly-holding-hands stage of friendship yet. that, and she'd really like to keep a firm grip on the flashlight she's managed to find in the hall closet. it might come in useful. )