Gilbert sat there for a couple minutes watching as of rabbits chased each other around the yard playfully and he chuckled slightly to himself before sighing a bit. Thinking about the guy that was currently taking up residence. Finally after some debate he got up and headed and made his way downstairs and started tidying up the place a bit. Rearranging the furniture a little so the rooms seemed a bit more roomy and inviting. Dusting it and chasing out any bugs and checked to see if thw guy was in his room. Once he found he wasn't he chanfed the linens on the bed seeing as they were really musty and dusty from not having been used in so long. He unpacked the suitcases. Puring the clothes away neatly. Setting the few books and stuff on the desk and putting else away that was in there and opened the window to let in the afternoon breeze to air it out a bit so it wouldn't be so stuffy. He gathered up the dirty sheets as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. A small smile crossed his face. Perhaps he could at least try and cheer him up a bit. Sides he did kind of owe it to guy...seeing as he did send him flying into a tree and try and give a concussion with a table, vase and candle holder...and pull a rather rude prank on him earlier. He seemed so sad out on the porch earlier. So being a bit of a trickster he did the best thing he knew how, except in a more harmless way than before. He pulled out the top sheet and quickly pulled it over himself, waiting for the door to open. Once it did he waced his arms under the sheet. "Wooo~ I'm aaa~ ghoo~st!" He moaned out mockingly before giving a light laugh. Okay so it was cheesy but he thought it was funny but he flinched a little and pulled the sheet off as he heard him start yelling annoyedly at him. His eyes took on a bit of a dejected look as sent them downcast and gathered up the sheets. Without a word he disappeared. Appearing a moment later in the basement to set the sheets down in the basket. Poofing back up to his room once he did so and sat back on his windowsill he let out a slight hiss of pain as a couple flies flew through him before he chased them out as well. Looking at his transparent hands once more. "Vhy do I alvays feel like jou can actually see me vhen I know jou can't...no vone does...or talk to me either...but yet...jou look right at me...every time..." He couldn't decide which was worse. Not being seen period or...appearing as though someone could see you and getting the wrong idea and getting your up hopes up even though he knew it to not be possible. "I'm never getting out of this cage..." He murmured to himself. Sadly...he had...at first despised the guy cause he had been another intruder...and a priest on top of that...but...now...he actually thought that maybe at the very least...he was someone to talk to. But now he realized that it wasn't going to be. He had been to quick to judge...to quick to act. He tried to remind himself that he didn't need anyone. That he was perfectly fine on his own. But he couldn't. The constant hate and anger that had once made itself so clearly present no longer burned. Leaving in its wake only the crushing depression and thw truth that all he really wanted...was someone to listen. Someone to talk to. Someone who would aknowledge his presence and the fact that he had once been human. Even if it was a century and a half ago...a friend. "Who the hell vants to be friends vith casper zhe unfriendly ghost zhough? No vone...zhat's who..."
