@skelesnow | starter call
❝ ah! long time no see, monsieur squelette. ❞ ZACHARIE MADE NO MOVES TO TURN AROUND as he spoke —— not that it would have mattered, considering the merchant’s face was concealed ( as always ) by one of his trademark masks. he seemed awfully preoccupied with the sculpture he was crafting out of snow. A SELF PORTRAIT OF SORTS , carved lovingly with immaculate detail. ❝ how are you holding up? i’m afraid there isn’t much to report on my end. then again, THAT’S TO BE EXPECTED. ❞ standing up, he seemed to give his creation a careful once-over, nodding with a pleased hum at the result. ( apparently it met his approval. )
❝ this substance —— what would you call it? IT’S MORE MALLEABLE THAN I EXPECTED. ❞ turning around, zacharie dusted the snow off his pants, before turning his attention to the skeleton. it was difficult to tell, but the warmth of his tone IMPLIED HE WAS SMILING. ❝ we don’t have anything of the sort in my own game, i’m afraid. ❞
the merchant glanced down at his hands. ❝ is it supposed to MAKE MY FINGERS GO NUMB? ❞













