#'and if you will pardon my city of flowers...there is no fucking way i'm missing that'

[egophiliac]

do skully have pokemon?

Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.

(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)

[thomasicism]

“Bubbly is one way I’ve been described,” Cass laughs and takes a bite of her sandwich, then continues after finishing. “You have a pretty chill presence, so something is also telling me you’re the type I need to be around more often.”

She listens to him intently. Anything he says, any little change in body language, Cass notes it. Not in a creepy way! She’s just really attentive. A look of playful shock crosses her features and her hand goes to her chest; Like some rich lady clutching her pearls after hearing about her daughter eloping or something. “Oh no! Hey, how about we learn more about the culinary world together some time?”

Then he asks about the records shop she mentioned. Oh. Her mentioning the records she plays, then the name tag with the record player on it, yup. She’s been exposed. With her oh-so-bubbly grin, she decides to talk to him about her work. He won’t laugh, right?

“So uh, my uncle owns one of the last remaining record shops in the city. Probably the country. Vinyls are kinda going out of style.” She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. Oh fuck. Cass is PRAYING he won’t think of her as some kooky flower girl. “I work there most of the time. It’s hard to miss, since my uncle loves to display the old vinyls I paint on. If they’re too worn out or cracked, I can just paint over them so they aren’t tossed!”

~ 🖋️

"If that's the case, then perhaps we match a little," he laughs. He takes another bite of his sandwich as he listens to her, appreciation clear in his eyes of the taste each and every time. "We? I would already say you must be levels above me in skill. If anything, Cass, I would love to learn from you, if you'd be willing."

As she speaks, he allows himself to lean back a little, his head tilting to the side in show of his attention. He doesn't miss the slight hesitation in her voice, the awkwardness in her movements—part of him begins to find it a little endearing. "I think that's very tasteful of you," he gestures, genuinely. "Vinyls might not be as popular in this era anymore, but I believe there's something beautiful in preserving their novelty the way that you do. Even more so if you can turn them into paintings. I... would like to see them sometime, if you're comfortable with it? I'm sure they're pretty, if your uncle has them on display all the time."

He pauses for a moment, seemingly in thought. His eyes catch a drift of leaves with the breeze that blows, and his automatic reaction is to reach out, lightly brushing out the little ones that land in her hair.

"Ah, pardon. You had a leaf..."