I thought mine was a portal at first too. Up until it wasn't.
[Even talking about it obliquely leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, and he's glad when the conversation turns. Even if, as it turns out, the talking skeleton--talking skeleton, Darlington thinks again, and it makes no more sense than it had the first time--is a comedian in addition to everything else. It annoys him just slightly, but does nothing to dim the sheer fascination of the fact of its presence. The compliment doesn't exactly hurt, either.]
I suppose it would be, but you might try the shopping promenade anyway. Who knows? [It's about all the polite conversation he can muster before curiosity takes hold of him completely.] Sorry, most of the skeletons I've encountered are...well, they only talk under extremely specific circumstances, for one, and rarely with their own voices. What the hell are you?
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[Even talking about it obliquely leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, and he's glad when the conversation turns. Even if, as it turns out, the talking skeleton--talking skeleton, Darlington thinks again, and it makes no more sense than it had the first time--is a comedian in addition to everything else. It annoys him just slightly, but does nothing to dim the sheer fascination of the fact of its presence. The compliment doesn't exactly hurt, either.]
I suppose it would be, but you might try the shopping promenade anyway. Who knows? [It's about all the polite conversation he can muster before curiosity takes hold of him completely.] Sorry, most of the skeletons I've encountered are...well, they only talk under extremely specific circumstances, for one, and rarely with their own voices. What the hell are you?