The second Stone hesitated Pap realized the answer wouldn't be a good one. Damn it, he hated that he was right though. He sighed through his nose, turning his attention to the new drink now in front of him instead of the other skeleton. He'd seen his brother die so many times, but at least he never had to live without him for longer than a few days at most. Having it be permanent was truly one of his worst fears and he couldn't imagine much worse. "...I'm sorry to hear it, Stone."
He wouldn't ask what happened, it wasn't his place. Hopefully it hadn't been something too horrific. Though he doubted either of them had good enough luck for that.
"So," he tried to pivot the conversation, all that depressing talk was gonna make him drink too much to be able to port home if he wasn't careful. "Why on earth were you sprinting down an alley in the first place by the way? And why was your first instinct upon seeing a random skeleton to then launch yourself at him as a distraction?" He tried for a weak smile. He knew the distraction was a weak attempt, but it was the thought that counts.
It was only fair that he answered the question, especially when he had been the first one to ask, and Stone seemed to shrug off the fact with surprising ease for what weight it held. "It is what it is, buddy... but I 'ppreciate it." Those pearly whites were flashed with that same crooked grin as he plucked up the drink, taking a slow sip to let it wash the bitter thought away entirely. It was simply easier to not dwell on such things.
His interest was piqued with the next words which broke their calm silence, a quirk of his brow bone evident. Well, that certainly was an about face in the conversation, one he eagerly embraced as a gravelly rumble of laughter sounded somewhere deep in his chest.
"Ah, that.. yeah..." Setting his glass down upon the bar, he absently scratched at one of the scars on his cheekbone in consideration, a wry smile playing upon his features. "I may have.. uh.. owed those guys some money... 'while ago..." He seemed to trail off somewhere, his voice lowering to more of a mumble as he vaguely avoided disclosing the full details. Clearing his throat shortly after, he let his mismatched eyelights set upon Paps. "In all fairness, I hadn't been lookin' for ya.. jus' seemed like a good opportunity. Lot'a folks do that kinda stuff in the alleys after some drinkin an' nobody thinks twice."









