The skull looked up at the person who had spoken to him, closing the book in his one hand and folding it back under his arm. “Well, not really. Besides, it’s not just some random book that I’m reading. It’s importent to me.” He told the gunner, adjusting his glasses.
The gunner grunted, looking down at the skull with a look of pity. “Ya’ seriously got nothin’ better to do? C’mon, anythin’s better than shovin’ your face in a buncha papers. Books ain’t all that important. N’ ya’ gotta think, why should yer’ time be spent sittin’ ‘round lookin’ all smart n’ readin’ shit, when ya’ can go out n’ do stuff? Egg some houses, play ding-dong-ditch, insult some peeps who look real stupid. Don’t that sound more fun than what yer’ doin’ right now?”
The blue skull sighed heavily. "Perhaps I'm not as mischievous as you think. This is what I'm into. Besides, I do a ton of things already so why not relax a little right?" He replied, looking at the gunner. "Sure books might not be important to you, but to me I love a good book." He added.
