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He lies in absolute darkness, illuminated by an unseen source of light from above, leaning on the elbows of his weak arms. He feels uncomfortable rotting flesh rubbing against his bones and the fabric of his jacket, but this is a small price to pay to be under it.
He doesn't think his favorite gradient ever had the ability to change its appearance to a more human one, but doesn't reflect on that fact when he can finally hold it normally. One of his hands glides gently up the coloured arm before coming to rest in the spiky hair. Ouch.
It crawls a little further onto him, its long hair falling from the back, covering his body almost completely from anybody else's gaze, which is not there. The quiet, vile sound of a fork grinding on a plate is heard as soon as the dead man begins to gently scratch its head with his fingers with broken nails.
It stops a couple of centimeters from his face, as if trying to increase the anticipation of a kiss, before pressing the palm on his chest with all its might, either trying to lay him down or break through his ribs, and he falls on his back.
Climbing on him completely, closing him from all light, and weighs above him, leaning on straight hands. He does not know what it's thinking, where it's looking, to determine that it would require having a face, and not just its fake outlines.
It lies slowly on him, the front of the head rests in-between his neck and shoulder, the hands clamber under the jacket, leaving scratches. He feels something sharp around his neck—
—And awakens from the fact that he is beaten by something very light and flat. His living board of a gross combination of colors wants attention, and he dared to sleep for more than 6 hours.
Before Unpleasant could fall on him again, he straightens his hand and it falls right on his palm. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at it before exhaling and slowly lowering his hand, resting it on himself before slowly beginning to stroke it. A pleasant silence is broken by the cry of a fork scratching a plate, and though the zombie grimaced slightly, he continues to stroke the weird creature.