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"You know, Techno, I was thinking..." The sound of Ghostbur's quiet voice is nearly drowned out by the solid thunk of an iron blade digging into wood. The ghost is watching from where he is currently perched upon a chest, beneath the shadow of a quite worn tree, the poor sapling having already endured the brunt of both Techno's practice and irritation. Normally, Techno didn't mind the ghost. Sure, he’s a sickeningly optimistic echo of someone he once considered a friend. And yeah, maybe that is a bit weird, but other than that Ghostbur is...nice. A bit too nice, really, considering who he once was. That isn't much of a problem though. Techno much prefers this version of him anyway. Why wouldn’t he? The real Wilbur was much too unstable to be sticking around. He totally doesn't miss the kid, and he definitely hadn’t been thinking of him right before Mr. Blue had strolled right into Techno's private little training grounds, either. ...If one thing is consistent across all of the Wilburs, there's one thing for sure - they have "bloody excellent" timing. Tugging his sword free from where it has left a rather deep indent in the trunk of the tree, Techno turns cold eyes to inspect the ghost where he sits. His own eyes are as blank and white as the snow that piles up around them, pale skin appearing even lighter against the backdrop of the forest. He’s kicking his legs slightly as he watches Techno practice, messy brown curls bouncing slightly at the motion as he keeps his head tilted ever so slightly to the left. You could practically look right through him if you wanted to. Which is exactly what Techno attempts to do as he turns his attention back towards the slashes left upon the spruce logs. "About what, Ghostbur?" He asks, merely because he feels like he has to. Technically speaking, the ghost hasn't done anything wrong. He’s just trying to make conversation, as they had plenty of times before. Yet Techno can't help the slight annoyance that seeps into his tone as he returns to his stance once more, tight frown forming upon his lips as sees the younger apparition shift in his peripheral. "This is...this is nice! The two of us, spending time together again!" Ghostbur says, and if he can pick up any indication of the fact that Techno isn't really in the mood to talk, he doesn't show it. "We should do it more often, don't you think? We...we used to hang out quite often when I was alive!" A sharp slash forward as the usual soft murmur he has learned to tune out turns into a rush of words, rising to the forefront of his mind in the form of angry, hushed voices hissing out what he already knows. That's not him. That's not Wilbur. Go away. Get him out of here. Leave!