[He reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wants to say something encouraging about the skull and, in fact, is feeling oddly as if he bullied said skull. The skull, of course, is just clacking its jaw, biting the air.]
I can't blame... [...] ...him.
[...]
Do you think-
[-that if we were to take the skull and set it up on a pike we could find answers of course not, it has no lips and is just clacking its jaw angrily.
...]
He probably wants some privacy.
[...this is just awkward. The skull doesn't want some privacy, it's just awkward to see it there. Chomping at air. Staring at them.]
[She feels the same. This poor skill has been trying its best, only for it to be defeated by Lancelot's amazing armour. What ever shall it do?]
...Him. Yes. I think it is a him as well.
[She woudl also agree to his plan if they had a way to translate skullism, but since they cannot, all she knows is that it's mad at them. And that's it.]
Should we...turn around?
[A skull that wants privacy wouldn't want them to look at it, right?]
jfc shams i should cry on you on plurk in a second actually
[He has an idea. It's a very stupid idea. He uses one of his swords, and scoops up the skull so that it's on the tip of his swo- no it's a bad idea, look at that fucker try to bite him.
NOM.
NOM.
NOM.
He accidentally flung it into a hole over there. A ravine? A ditch? Something along those lines, but what was he supposed to do when Chompy was going NOM. NOM.
NOM.
Well?]
...
[...totally meant to do that.]
This way.
[This is not the way from whence they came he hears footsteps over there.]
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That sounds pleasant, actually.
I can't blame... [...] ...him.
[...]
Do you think-
[-that if we were to take the skull and set it up on a pike we could find answers of course not, it has no lips and is just clacking its jaw angrily.
...]
He probably wants some privacy.
[...this is just awkward. The skull doesn't want some privacy, it's just awkward to see it there. Chomping at air. Staring at them.]
HEH also does more slo mo
...Him. Yes. I think it is a him as well.
[She woudl also agree to his plan if they had a way to translate skullism, but since they cannot, all she knows is that it's mad at them. And that's it.]
Should we...turn around?
[A skull that wants privacy wouldn't want them to look at it, right?]
jfc shams i should cry on you on plurk in a second actually
[He has an idea. It's a very stupid idea. He uses one of his swords, and scoops up the skull so that it's on the tip of his swo- no it's a bad idea, look at that fucker try to bite him.
NOM.
NOM.
NOM.
He accidentally flung it into a hole over there. A ravine? A ditch? Something along those lines, but what was he supposed to do when Chompy was going NOM. NOM.
NOM.
Well?]
...
[...totally meant to do that.]
This way.
[This is not the way from whence they came he hears footsteps over there.]
CRY ON ME ANY TIME 4 REAL
So she watches. Watches carefully. Watches as...wait, what did he just do?]
Oh.
[Well, it flew. Not that she wasn't expecting that considering it was getting really bitey despite not having a body.]
O-okay. [So she follows as he, having rid them of a vicious foe, starts to move.]