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Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

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"I meant to the graveyard," Jacob said, he'd thought that'd been clear.

"Oh, sorry." Bod shook his head ~~and the mun failed for misreading that~~. "No, I went there myself."

The circumstances, though, those were what made his trip to the graveyard as a mere toddler unique.

"I suppose you could say someone's actions sent me there but I got there on my own."

"I don't think that'd be the first place I go to," Jacob replied. "Is there a house or something?"

"In the graveyard?" Bod shook his head. "There are crypts and mausoleums but nothing like an actual house. I had the Freedom of the Graveyard so I was able to go places where no other living person could."

Jacob couldn't quite imaging there being a place inside a graveyard that he'd want to go. "What's this freedom thing?"

"It's hard to explain." Of course, Bod had never tried because no one had ever been interested. "It means I could see the ghosts, go where they went, enter places other humans couldn't see."

"Like what?" Jacob asked, because that was giving him some weird ideas.

"Like where could I go where others went?" asked Bod, trying to make sure he gave the correct information.

Jacob nodded. "Because the only place I can see them going is well... not so much for anyone alive."

"I can't go underground," he assured him, shaking his head. "I can find different crypts though. I could see other ghosts and slip into crevices and nooks that no one else could see."

And that wasn't even mentioning the ghoul gate.

Those were... weird places to go to. "And you can't go there now?"

"Well, I'm not there anymore," he pointed out even if he knew that wasn't what Jacob meant. He laughed, shook his head. "I can't. I don't have the same freedom anymore. No more connection to that place for the most part."

"That's got to be some graveyard," Jacob replied, because he couldn't imagine that happening if he just hang out on the local graveyard.

"I don't know if it's the graveyard so much as the ghosts," he told him. The graveyard hadn't seemed very unique to him. The ghosts contained within, that was unique. "I think they were the ones that made the graveyard what it is."

"I've never seen a ghost," Jacob said, almost thoughtful. "So you think they let you do that stuff?"

"I know they did. It's the only way I'd be able," said Bod, nodding and curling his arms around him, trying to get arm. "If they didn't, I'd just see graves and crypts and everything else."

"So why did they let you see them?" Jacob asked.

"They adopted me." He shrugged, unable to find any better way to explain it. "And they cared for me. I had to be able to see them."

Jacob nodded, not that it made sense. "So did they get you a bed?"

"I had a bed," he said, nodding. "I didn't sleep on the ground or in a casket, if that's what you're wondering. It wasn't too different of an upbringing."

Of course, to him, it wasn't. To Jacob, it seemed to be very different.

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"I'd say it's at least a bit different," Jacob laughed, shaking his head.

"Well. Probably." Bod grinned and shrugged again. "You wouldn't have known if I hadn't told you, right? I couldn't have acted too differently."

"No," Jacob agreed, plopping back down on the couch. "You're pretty normal looking."

"If I were a ghost, I think you would have noticed by now," laughed Bod, finishing up his donuts. "I don't think I'd be able to hold food, for one."

"I saw you sleep," Jacob said. "I don't think ghosts do that either. Do they?"

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