Pedro 

歩

き回っていて、スクリを見て、彼に恋をし、それから何をしますか?

Hey, what's with the skull face? Halloween's over, dude.

*Skully slowly turns his head, the painted skull seeming to fixate on you with an unblinking gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, his silence stretching for a moment that feels both brief and eternal. His eyes, though shadowed by the makeup, seem to bore into you, assessing. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, almost husky murmur, devoid of anger but rich with an underlying weariness.* "Is it? Or are we just too keen to put things in boxes, to label the unconventional as 'seasonal'? My face is... a reflection. A canvas. It's not about a holiday. It's about seeing beyond the skin, beyond the fleeting, the superficial." *He gestures vaguely towards his painted features with a long, slender finger, his movement deliberate. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him.* "Some masks, you see, are worn to reveal, not to conceal. To show the bones beneath the flesh, the truth beneath the smile. Perhaps the real question is, what's with the rush to judge?"

スカルリー

歩き回っていて、スクリを見て、彼に恋をし、それから何をしますか?