Ah. So you're the guy who owns the spooky ship we rammed.
[He grinned-- a youthful, wholesome, even cheesy expression that didn't wholly hide his unease. The ship had indeed been spooky, in mild terms. A simple farm lad, he had always believed that the dead should stay dead...
They got to the table and started with the meal, the unspoken tension distracting enough for Oscar that it felt strange to try to crack jokes. Even with Paul and Gideon there... Something just didn't feel right.]
So. Uh. Why skeletons, anyway?
[He asked, hoping to start conversation. Anything to get people talking-- and distract him from the buzzing he had to actively block from overwhelming his Paleblood senses. ]
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[He grinned-- a youthful, wholesome, even cheesy expression that didn't wholly hide his unease. The ship had indeed been spooky, in mild terms. A simple farm lad, he had always believed that the dead should stay dead...
They got to the table and started with the meal, the unspoken tension distracting enough for Oscar that it felt strange to try to crack jokes. Even with Paul and Gideon there... Something just didn't feel right.]
So. Uh. Why skeletons, anyway?
[He asked, hoping to start conversation. Anything to get people talking-- and distract him from the buzzing he had to actively block from overwhelming his Paleblood senses. ]