megalobonia
it was in accompanying lola in one of her many work trips that the skeleton turned up in japan, and it had taken him a good three days to finally land on an establishment that had mustard in it– his condiment of choice.
❝ i’ll have th’a same as usual, sis’. ❞ sans spoke in the local tongue not too unlike a yakuza grunt would, which, in turn, had the barmaid tensing up and reaching under the counter for the bottle of mustard, which her boss had no doubt demanded to keep stashed within arm’s length. ❝ ‘precciated. ❞
at least the guy showed some manners– if manners extended as far as popping open the condiment’s cap and drinking from it like it was booze, that is. ❝ what’s that ‘bout grade schooler’s again, ma’am? ❞ though his skull did not turn her way, the skeleton was likely referring to the little fox just beside him.
a great deal shorter than the skeleton. shorter than lola, even, and that was an accomplishment.
“ oh , y ' know . just that usually skeletons stay in classrooms . never actually saw one up close . ” fenneko ' s playing a dangerous game talking so brashly about monsters like skeletal variants , but who is she to know about monsterkind ? surprising how she doesn ' t flinch to fell 's harsh tone , even after barmaid ' s intimidation .
“ just curious though , but do you ALWAYS act big and bad ? not my place , but i ' ve found better traction getting free drinks from exploiting weaknesses , particularly those of hormonal value . ”












