"So... Do you remember the one who kept you locked up?" He doesn't even look annoyed by these two, which is strange knowing how much he hates the original version of himself. "I am just curious. I think one numskull told me about her... some time ago." {Bones}
As they sometimes do when strangers they don’t know come up to talk to them in the midst of the woods, both the kiddos whirl around to stare at the Bones with bright glowy eyes. The overall effect of this is kinda like a couple of wild stray cats in the dark. Pump is still sort of crouching down in the grass, arms wrapped around himself, recovering from the gunshots...he gives Bones a wary, wide eyed stare, clenching his hands into fists a little. He didn't usually react like this to new unknown people, it's just that the unexplainable inner workings of his mind got a sixth sense of Terrible Vibes from this odd lil' skeleton person. Plus, he was still feeling kinda sick and dizzy. don’t answer that stranger’s question, skid, don’t answer it, don’t don’t don’t, he thought hard into the head of his mentally conjoined brother. So Skid doesn’t answer it. Or more likely, he just didn’t remember the answer to that question in the same way Pump did, and also he was pretty curious about how familiar this stranger looked. Skid sort of skitters up to Bones and, moving in in a series of jarringly fast, small halting squirrel-like motions, looks at him from every angle. “HEY,” He said after a few moments, “wwhhhwho are YOU? ARE YOU A WOODS CRYPTID?” That was really weird. The sound and volume of his voice seemed to suddenly switch in the middle of his sentence, and then suddenly switch back. @bones-n-pumpking-ask
