I Feel Original

"The question is who we want to prank." Grantaire looked at her, thoughtful. "Stranger, or someone we know?" He grinned, obviously up for a bit of mischief. "And, skeletons are on discount, probably."

"Well, there are crimes of opportunity, where we steal the skeletons and use them nearby, which I'm considering, purely for lack of funding," she said good-naturedly.

"Lack of funding mischief it is." Grantaire grinned. "So, let's go for a walk around the neighbourhood and 'borrow' skeletons, shall we?" There was a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Perfect," she answered and took off running, to not stopping for a second to see if Grantaire could keep up.

"The question is who we want to prank." Grantaire looked at her, thoughtful. "Stranger, or someone we know?" He grinned, obviously up for a bit of mischief. "And, skeletons are on discount, probably."

"Well, there are crimes of opportunity, where we steal the skeletons and use them nearby, which I'm considering, purely for lack of funding," she said good-naturedly.

Sammi-Jo looked down at herself, as if being unsure if someone dumped a honeycomb all over herself or not. "No, and I shower at least.... semi-regularly. I haven't done a full hair anything in a while, and it's a tiny bit long--" it was about half a centimeter--, "so hopefully if you smell something it's someone else."

"Cause trouble. That is all I really need," Sammi-Jo teased. "Don't know how yet though."

"Count me in." Grantaire grinned. "What are we thinking? Mischief? Annoy someone?" He smiled, trying to come up with ideas. "There's a lot to do, if one wants."

Sammi-Jo paused. "I know a lot of pranks. And now that Halloween is over, there are skeletons everywhere."

Gabriel froze. "I hope you know-- or not-- well--" They paused and laughed. "What would you say if I was?"

"Oh, I'm sure you did. There's always something to see," Sammi-Jo said, teasing in a way that she knew might be creepy.

Sammi-Jo paused. "Well, I don't know. Do you think it's hard missing part of a finger? Like, your pinkie doesn't really do much."

"Cause trouble. That is all I really need," Sammi-Jo teased. "Don't know how yet though."

Sammi-Jo shrugged. "Haven't you always wanted a picture of you holding your own finger? I'm going to show everyone back home."

Sammi-Jo pull her finger out, blood dripping out of her mouth. "Dang flabit this hurts like a rabid turtle. Don't apologize though. Whole thing is awesome. Can you take a picture of me?"

Sammi-Jo laughed as she stuck her very bleeding pinky in her mouth. "It's just the end of my finger, and you killed them anyway. I think maybe if we put the tip on ice it could be saved, but isn't it more punk rock or whatever to be missing it?"