[...Oh, okay, she's doing this. He watches her approach, and reach for him, and poke him, all without moving away or saying anything to deter her, because why not. This might as well happen.
He's definitely tangible, in the way that something hollow and almost a little plastic is tangible; there's definitely no sense of weight to him, almost like he could be popped if she squeezed his arm hard enough, but she sure can poke at him and get a physical return on that.
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He's definitely tangible, in the way that something hollow and almost a little plastic is tangible; there's definitely no sense of weight to him, almost like he could be popped if she squeezed his arm hard enough, but she sure can poke at him and get a physical return on that.
He clears his throat.]
I am not like other spirits.