#skeleton lover

“The bones in the finger are called the phalanges.” You responded with a grin, the skeleton nodded in agreement before popping them back into their correct locations. 

“I don’t see why you needed my help. You’re doing great. Okay… Now what is this?” He popped off the top bone of his leg. 

“The femur.” You responded easily and he popped it back into place with a chuckle. He glanced over at your book to see what else you needed to study. 

“Alright, so then what are these?” He asked, motioning to the part right above his teeth. You laughed and grinned at him. 

“A bunch of smooches waiting to happen?” You suggested, and he tsked at you in response. 

“No they’re… Oh.” He seemed to flounder as he realized what you had said, he chuckled in response before giving your hair a playful ruffle. “No. And you know that.” 

“Yeah but the reaction is hilarious.” You grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss right on his forehead, the skeleton merely huffed in response. 

“Get some sleep, you got a big test tomorrow.” He stated simply, closing your books and setting them off to the side while you slinked underneath your blankets. Deatryon had taken to tidying up around your room before finally settling on a chair that he had claimed as his. He didn’t sleep, he had no need for it. He had made himself a bed on the chair as he would grow restless during the night, so he decided to do that so as to not disturb you when he got up during the night. 

When you had arrived in class the next day, the thought of Deatryon had plagued your mind. You hadn’t seen him all morning and had seen that the bike you had gotten him was gone. However, all that worry was quickly squashed as you saw the skeleton in the corner of the room that was hung up give you a small wave once everyone wasn’t paying attention.