"Well yeah you would. Then again this town is full of strange things. So why be surprised about hair like mine?"
After all this was the town of Halloween. He had thought the World that Never Was, was strange with it’s perpetual night. But this town was Halloween personified. He rubbed the back of his neck figuring he’d better introduce himself.
"The name’s Lea, L-E-A, got it memorized?"
【♚】 - ❝I'm used to Halloween Town, and it's 'strange things' as you describe them.❞ Scratching bone with bone, (not because he had an itch.) The skeletal figure dropped his arm back to his side with a slight rattle as his bones knocked together even though the protection of his suit. If possible, his skeleton grin did widen, lack of material to make up a facial expression fixed by the expressiveness of the holes in which his eyes would sit, if he had them. The bone seeming to shift and lift, almost as if the pumpkin king were lifting his eyebrows. ❝It's horrible to meet you, Lea! I'm Jack Skellington, the king of Halloween Town. Or likewise, The Pumpkin King.❞
