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Mob's mind is a tornado of thoughts at the moment, and yet he manages to keep a straight face.
[This must be the seventh ghost I've found this week. I'm starting to get out of attractive man passing by who also turns out to see dead people.]
Ignoring again the not-alive ramblings about his death due to push a redhead teenager out of the way of a bus... Oh, he sees a redhead teenager.
Quickly mob starts walking near that young, and forces a crash. He apologies and secretly observes how the ghost recognizes the other and viceversa.
[This, and the childhood friend's trope seems to be the two favorites of this world.]
Mob keeps walking, avoiding some yankee's shoulders and some truly suspicious sings of job offers.
[But, to be fair, about other supernatural related flags, there seems to be none of them. Since I realized about the BL dynamics of this world, only ghosts appear to be the no-lead-by-the-laws-of-physics kind of trope. I mean, there's no vampires (not real ones at least, truly, so much fetish about blood), no soon-to-turn-human mascots, no werewolves, no telekinesis users, and no, no mind readers. If I ever come to read someone's thoughts, I certainly am not gonna act on that, and no one has ever show a sing of being able to read mine's.]
Mob face leaves any concerns that may afflict a living being of this world [Even if that happens, that's something my future me will have to deal with.]
Too focused on ignoring his problems, Mob doesn't realized a tall, extremely good-looking, mind reader man is trying to hold back his laughter. [Pfft. Hilarious. Can't get enough of him.] With a pale blonde hair, dark eyes, and profound mischievous gaze, his smile seems to plan for trouble. [It's starting to be time of introducing myself, don't want a ghost to get ahead of me].
Well, he be doomed.