The house had been empty for... yes, for how long exactly?<br/>With all the years he had spent in solitude, it felt like forever and a few brief moments simultaneously. It was hard to hang on to conscious thoughts, to memories of what life was like.<br/><br/>But then, Cecil had heard the telltale creaking of the old wooden floor, old enough that he had personally lend a hand when it was laid down. Excited, he rushed towards the sound to "meet" who he presumed was the new owner of the house.<br/><br/>His first impression proved to be a bit disappointing. Cecil had gotten used to people being sloppier dressers than they had been when he was young - at least he thought so, the memory wasn't quite clear - but this took the cake.<br/>The man looked exhausted to hell and back, his hair was way too long, and that scar... that didn't look good at all. Cecil wanted to reach out and touch it, but that would just alert the man to his presence and besides, interacting with the physical world took a lot of energy.<br/><br/>So he watched.<br/><br/>Watched as the man was looking for... something? He didn't really understand what. And watched as the man brought some furniture, made himself more at home... He didn't watch when the man showered, although he was tempted. Years on his own where enough to have him hunger for a glimpse of another human being.<br/><br/>When the man - Juni, apparently - laid down to rest he stayed in the room for a bit, so curious to figure out what was going on with him.<br/>But then, he left, towards the kitchen. He wanted the man to notice him, just so he wouldn't be so lonely anymore. Maybe it wouldn't take so much, Cecil was feeling quite... one might say ghostly.<br/>So he moved a few things, groceries the man had brought to where he felt they belonged, setting one of the coffee cups in front of the others because he liked it more.... leaving a few cabinet doors open just so the human would notice he wasn't alone.<br/><br/>He would, hopefully. Now all Cecil had to do was rest until the man woke up and gather what strength he had left...