lilseasalt_

lilseasalt_ t1_je9rnb5 wrote

The memories of what the skeleton was in his previous life were gone as he looked at the fresh faced attacker. It was always like this where he was slain and then resurrected. There was never really a point where his armor had felt strange or the long hair of his previous life bothered him more than it did today.

There was something strangely farmiliar about the foe that he was facing today. As he could feel his chest slashed strangely his heart leaped as he looked at the knight doing the slaying. It was like he had known him.

As the hand reached out to upright him after he had sliced at the foe who had entered the dungeon, his enemy asked the one question no one had ever asked him, “do you want to join me for a drink or something?’

A drink? He touched his mandible and what remained of his vocal cords opened up to make both of them flinch, “yeah I would?”

“I didnt know u could talk?”

“I didnt either.”

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