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âCan I help you?â You ask after a long moment of silence. You were starting to feel uneasy just standing there, seemingly having a staring contest with a guy with no eyeballs to look back into.
The skeleton shifts in his stance, a skeletal hand moving out of a pocket to pinch the cigarette on his lips with two fingers. âah, nothing.â He mutters with a careless shrug, beginning to take a step towards you. The more casual he seemed, the more threatened you felt.
âyou can continue doing whatever that was if you want.â he waves the hand holding the cigarette dismissively before bringing the cigarette towards his lips once again. He puffs a cloud of smoke, a provoking look in his sockets.
Your gaze hardens, taking one step back as he approaches. âI would prefer if you remained where you stand, sir.â You had no idea what the monster wanted, but you didnât like the decreasing distance between the two of you.
At your word, the skeleton stops, an amused expression on his face. The skeleton looks you up and down, seemingly trying to analyze you.
âyâknow youâre really funny..â He pauses, âno, maybe really good! ya tryinâ for a role or sumn?â He asks with an expectant look, a lazy smile on his lips.
Your brows furrow at his words. Once again, you had no idea what he was talking about. âWhatever are you talking about?â You ask, complete confusion lacing your tone.
The skeleton pauses before chuckling. âah! method acting. gotcha.â he says with a knowing look, tapping a finger on his temple as if he had figured out the equation.
ânice acting yesterday, by the way! was not a fan of the elbow.â