the friendly ghost

Casper didn’t really like his answer it seemed, but the boy didn’t press the issue vocally. Oxide grinned as the boy turned around, his nose to the ground as he searched for more crabs. Casper was endlessly curious, but he was relatively good at following the rules. Ox didn’t mind being out here with him like this, seeing his vibrance and life helped to ease the pain of losing his brother. There didn’t seem to be a moment when Ox wasn’t thinking about his other son.

The rust and aluminum boy didn’t give Ox a chance to wallow as he found his second crab, but this one was much more fight than flight. The inexperienced dad moved before Casper even had a chance to silently plead for help. ”Crabs pinch.” He tried to say without laughing for the boy’s sake. His pride was already hurt with a crab stuck to his poor nose. ”Come on, bring him over here to the water and he’ll let go.” He told the boy, leading the way back to the surf.