“i’m sleeping on your couch tonight.” - tailorscarred
Skulduggery’s house was a bona-fide m e s s.Files were scattered across every table available, two lamps were in varying degrees of shattered,& crumpled papers lay all over the living room floor.Now, the skeleton never considered himself a s l o b. Not in the traditional sense-- after all, he never let his clothes lie around, nor did he go too long without vacuuming, ( but when he was on a case? )Well. That was a different story all together.Lifeless features turn to look behind him at said mess, & hesitate a moment before returning blank, empty gaze back to the tailor (all muscles & scars, just as he had always been.)“--- Erm. Well. All right. & what made you decide you wanted to humor yourself with a little, eh... s l e e p o v e r ?? “
@tailorscarred
