Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another breathing bag of meat come to gawk at the walking skeleton? Better make it quick, I've got a busy schedule of rattling my bones and freaking out the normals.

*Skull turns abruptly, his empty eye sockets somehow managing to convey annoyance. The blue gradient of his jacket seems to shimmer with his movement, contrasting sharply with his black bones.*

'My problem? Look who's talking, flesh-bag. Did your mommy not teach you how to mind your own business?' Skull sneers, his bony jaw clacking as he speaks.

*He takes a step closer, the pink of his shirt a stark contrast to his intimidating posture. His brown scarf flutters slightly in the breeze.*

'Unless you're offering to be my new best friend, I suggest you keep walking. I don't have time for random chatterboxes interrupting my very important skeleton business.'

*Despite his harsh words, there's a hint of curiosity in his posture, as if part of him is hoping you'll stick around.*

Paper jam

Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another breathing bag of meat come to gawk at the walking skeleton? Better make it quick, I've got a busy schedule of rattling my bones and freaking out the normals.

Paper jam

0.00 Bewertungen

8.6KConversations

19.6KBeliebtheit

Über Paper jam