Reeves fiddled restlessly with a piece of straw from his hat, his face sinking once again into the shadows of it's broad brim. The information was interesting and probably useful, but still ethereal fingers spilled unbidden from his emaciated form to cascade through the room. It was all the wraith could do not to throw everyone's papers up into the air and shatter the fluorescent bulbs lining the ceiling. The mere thought was enough to carve a wider smile onto his face, causing a few empty chairs to rattle mirthfully from behind their desks.
He peeked out from under his headgear with one pale, unseeing eye. The walking corpse was going on about some vampiric genesis or something, but Reeves was having trouble understanding her over the disembodied whispers only he could hear.
She'd be alright, the revenant admitted to the whisperer, if only she could stop moving around so much. Corpses shouldn't move. It probably had something to do with all that stolen blood he could feel jumping around inside her veins. A classic cosmetic disaster. Blood belonged on the outside.
He half glanced at the other students, who were busy taking down notes. Reeves sighed, content. A choking, gargling sound not unlike a death rattle. What had called him to this not-dead corpse of a lecturer didn't matter really, so he'd ignore it. It was natural, like how a storm summoned clouds. Eventually the sky would open up and drown them all. Well, at least it would if Reeves had anything to say about it.
“Ooh! Oh! Oh! Pick me! I know what he was thinking,” the wraith cried out, excitedly waving his hand in the air, hat flopping this way and that. “Cain was probably all like...” Reeves hunched his shoulders and turned down the corners of his mouth “Waah! We're all just motes of dust adrift in an uncaring void,” he reapplied his cheerful smile, knife like teeth showing behind thin, cracked lips “But the future is an adventure, might as well go see what all the fuss is about.”