His face was covered by a worn out copy of D’aulscaire’s Book of Greek Monsters as he innocently strolled down the sidewalk. It was just another normal day for TK as he made his way toward the town library with the intention of checking out even more books. Maybe he would drop by the maul for some eyescream.
The skeleton could vaguely hear the sound of music playing—perhaps a cello—up ahead, but he paid little head as he calmly turned to the next page in his book. Street performers weren’t uncommon.
Bilious
I wasn't lazy yaaaay
