There’s...  quite a lot of monsters here in the junk yard today. In the past several weeks he’s seen them around on the streets in passing glance, but to be around them in a shared space was...weird to say the least. He assumed that monsters would not want to be surrounded by junk after being locked away underground for so long, but here they were, picking away through all the scrap metal within close proximity to the entrance.

Cloud preferred to go deep into the yard for his finds. Somehow, without fail, there was always some boxed gem worth climbing for. He was still in his work uniform, clad in all indigo. A jumper with leather suspenders and a sturdy belt that many tools could clip onto if need be. It wouldn’t matter if this got covered in old oils, smell of metal or dust in yet another climb.

Or, what would’ve been another climb had he not gotten startled by the sight of a skeleton in the corner of his eye in the pile. He just had to turn his head slightly to see that the skeleton wore a casual outfit and was very much alive.

“--Oh.”

“...”

This skeleton--monster? The skeleton person (???) is actually kinda cute like a cartoon character despite his creepy form? He almost thought there was a dead body tossed into some lot again. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Oh. ....He shouldn’t be so rude with the staring.

“--Sorry. I...never seen... uh.”

Welp. That wasn’t much better.

“I mean-” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. (Hoo boy) “I’m used to fluffy monsters? You’re a monster? I don’t want to make this anymore awkward...”