shopworn: (at the end of the night)
Ghastly Bespoke ([personal profile] shopworn) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_ooc 2017-02-17 05:07 am (UTC)

My best friend is a skeleton.

[This is said by way of explanation: good-naturedly and matter-of-fact, like this is normal.]

I can get the blood out. Is this...

[Ghastly hesitates, listening to the rest of what the not-stranger is saying. Oh. That's... that's a big one, all right.]

This is all his, then? You're not about to bleed to death on me?

[It's much less sensitive than he would have liked, but it's important to establish that he doesn't need to take Fai to someone immediately.]

...I can promise you one thing. Your friend, wherever he is-- he doesn't regret it. I don't know if you'll find him or not, when you go back to your world, but if you're safe, then he won't regret it.

[This is said with some wistfulness. Ghastly is, granted, extrapolating; but it sounds like the way the Dead Men were about each other. Any of them would have died to make sure the others were safe.]

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