“It wasn’t fast-. I didn’t want to tell you too early-.” Nyx says with the best blank face. “If you have any names! Michael been busy!”
“Oh, okay.” Aw, they wanted to know earlier, too.
Names, names...
“I like the name Makaria. And also, who is Michael?” Pharos didn’t think they had ever heard that name before - or, they probably had a bad memory, or something.
☆prince of the stars☆
“Hello? Yes, this is Teddie! Arson? I’d LOVE to commit the arson on this fine Sunday night! …I’m on my way.”
Pharos was good at many things. One of them was being in the right time at the right place, eavesdropping on strangers, and learning interesting things.
“Are you going to set something on fire? Can I come?”
“Yes you are having a littie sibling. I possibly might giving birth around chirstmas.”
“Oh, that’s so fast...!” Pharos's characteristic smile widened - it would really be nice to meet their new sibling. “Do you have a name yet? Can I name it?”
“Isn’t it like an issue with your back?”
“Oh...” Pharos frowned. “But then, that’s so cruel to shame someone for it.” People with back problems needed support (both kinds! Hehe) not shame.
“It’s something that you like! Like, uh… Steak! Say your best friend likes steak! You can say they have a kink for steak. And sometimes, you can shame them for having a kink for something! It’s called kinkshaming!”
Hm! That made sense.
“So does that mean I have a fire kink?” Pharos was aware that their hobbies were not exactly “good” or “healthy”. That didn’t actually stop them, though. “Isn’t it cruel to shame people for what they like?”
Oh! That raised another question.
“People don’t like that I like fire, will they kinkshame me?”
“Hello sweeties, I have news for you three I am pregnant.”
“Huh? Am I going to have a little sibling?” Would Pharos finally not be the tiniest member of this death family?
“What’s a kink?”
They took a deep breath, the floodplains were empty at this time so they shouldn’t be interrupted.
“Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?”
Oh, wow. That sure was a lot of adult stuff that Kichiro wasn’t allowed to hear about. What does a mom have to do with champagne?
They had wanted to go to the river, hoping to stare at the water and see some fish wriggling around, when they saw a complete stranger all alone, singing some weird song about throwing away expensive alcohol.
Should they talk to them? Hm, why not. Their goal had been to become friends with all seven billion people on this planet, after all.
“That’s a sad song.” Kichiro hadn’t intended to sneak up on them, but their footsteps were naturally quiet, and unless they spoke up, they typically went unnoticed.
“Having attention must be nice.”
“That’s pretty racist of them. Skeletons may not be alive in the same way humans are, but we can still be the life of the party.”
“This is true! Then you went around and made the same generalization. I want to have fun, too.” How hypocritical. Not - haha, they were kind of terrible at everything other than creeping people out.
Which is why no one was supposed to know. It wasn’t their fault that they were weird and creepy and no one really liked them.
“Humans can be really weird. But I think everyone is, really.”
“Good one.” He laughed a bit before a thought occurred. “Do you know why humans think Death is a skeleton in a hooded robe? It’s something I’ve been wondering about for a long time.”
Huh. They never really thought about it too hard, but that was a good question.
“I don’t know. I suppose it is because skeletons, to humans, resemble people whose skin has rotted away, and so skeletons are associated with death.” Maybe that wasn’t very fair to skeletons.
“I did my best.” They did nothing at all. How was the best way to respond…?
“Um…um…a skele…ton of candy?” This child is trying their best.
He chuckled a bit at the attempt at a pun. “Good first try kid. I thought you might not have a funny bone, but you proved me wrong. Though it wasn’t as… Punny as my jokes.”
“I don’t think I have any bones,” Pharos replied cheerfully. “I guess you could say...uh...my jokes...are a little bare bones?” This was fun! And just more proof that talking to strangers was a great idea.
“Your costume looks great kid.” It was a good thing monsters celebrated Halloween too. “You’ve got the best human costume compared to the rest of the underground. No one’s gonna be too sternum about giving an awesome costume like that candy.”
“I did my best.” They did nothing at all. How was the best way to respond...?
“Um...um...a skele...ton of candy?” This child is trying their best.
“Don’t worry, I’m just warning you to not cause trouble or else I’ll…. have a ‘bone’ to pick with you. He chuckled at his own joke. “You seem like you just want to be a kid for a bit so, I see no problem in letting you have fun.”
“I’m not trying to do anything bad. I just want candy.” Bad things just sort of happened anyway. But, oh well. “Hey, d’you think my human Halloween costume is good?”
That wasn’t their intention, but, if someone else could really tell they weren’t human...a perfect plan.
“woof!”
“Dog!”
