( there's really no wrapping possible for this gift, but at some point a towel is thrown over skull's jar, and when it is pulled away, eventually, before skull is a tiny, re-purposed toy dog cart, ferelden in manufacture, with a comfortable nook in the seat measured to snugly fit the bottom of skull's jar.
the card reads: suitable for a dog who can be taught verbal commands.)
[ For a few long moments after the reveal, Skull stares at the cart in silence. One may almost think that he's been replaced by an inanimate skull, but then he speaks: ]
I AM OLDER THAN YOU TIMES TEN, AND YOU ARE NOT YET EIGHTEEN. YOU ARE A CHILD.
AND YES, OF COURSE, I REMEMBER FEELING THINGS. THEY'RE JUST A BIT FUZZY AND DUSTY AND I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR TO FIND THEM IN MY CAVERNOUS NOGGIN.
OH, I THINK ABOUT LOTS OF THINGS. DEATH, DESTRUCTION, RELIGIOUS SYMBOLISM IN CONTEMPORARY ART, PHILOSOPHY, HOW TO CONVINCE THE NEXT FLESHY BEING WHO WALKS BY TO CARRY ME SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Edgard tip toes into wherever Skull may be residing at this moment. Skull appears to be asleep or at least motionless. He notices Skull's other Satinalia gifts spread around: a cap, a skateboard, a lazy susan. He keeps looking. Aha! There it is, the serving tray. Edgard strides over to it and has his hands on it.
The jar was dark when Edgard tiptoed in, but now that his back is turned, it begins to glow as the telltale green of veilfire lights within Skull's eye sockets. Oh, to be able to loom menacingly right about now...
"HELLOOOO EDDY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
It's obvious what he's doing. That's not the point.
The Skull stares inscrutably at Edgard for a beat.
"IT CERTAINLY DOES NOW."
The uncomfortable scrutiny doesn't cease, especially when two cartoonishly googly eyeballs appear in Skull's sockets. Now there's no doubt that he is, in fact, lookin at you, kid.
Edgard picks it up. He looks towards the door. He could run for it. But that would also give him away. He should stay casual. He runs his fingers along the tray, examining it.
If Edgard was so easily able to fetch up the tray, clearly it's not being used to carry Skull around. And Skull has neither arms to lift the tray nor legs to ferry it around.
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satinalia!!!
the card reads: suitable for a dog who can be taught verbal commands. )
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crystal? crystal.
[Right? She's attempting to locate you, skullthing.]
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[turns out this was a terrible idea]
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[ There's a pause, the sound of a fleshless skull thinking on the signals sent and received by nerve endings. ]
I IMAGINE IT FEELS A BIT LIKE BEING AN APPLE, BOBBING AROUND IN A BARREL OF WATER.
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IT'S LIKE BEING ALIVE, BUT NOT. LIKE HAVING A BODY, BUT NOT.
IT'S A DREAM WHERE YOU WATCH YOURSELF FROM AFAR AND CONTROL ONLY YOUR WORDS.
AND IT'S NONE OF THOSE THINGS. MOSTLY, IT'S ANNOYING!
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[--and, after a pause]
And I am not a child.
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AND YES, OF COURSE, I REMEMBER FEELING THINGS. THEY'RE JUST A BIT FUZZY AND DUSTY AND I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR TO FIND THEM IN MY CAVERNOUS NOGGIN.
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[But, you know. Hmmm.]
What do you think about?
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YOU KNOW, NORMAL STUFF.
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I am sorry you have to live in the jar.
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THANK YOU.
BUT I’M NOT REALLY LIVING SO IT’S A BIT OF A MOOT POINT.
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DOES COLOR EXIST? PERHAPS THE COLOR YOU SEE IS DIFFERENT FROM THE COLOR OTHERS SEE.
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...Does it matter if it looks different to others?
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Are you lonely?
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I am lonely, too, at times.
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WE CAN STAY UP LATE AND BRAID EACH OTHER'S HAIR AND GUSH ABOUT CRUSHES.
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[ Making fun of her!!! Rude. ]
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[ He just doesn't know how to deal with kindness or genuine feeling. ]
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[If there's anything there in her voice besides the usual flat sound of it, it's slightly defensive--possibly even hurt.]
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"HELLOOOO EDDY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
It's obvious what he's doing. That's not the point.
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"Skull! I was checking to see whether your serving tray needed cleaning."
His voice is calm and cheery.
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"IT CERTAINLY DOES NOW."
The uncomfortable scrutiny doesn't cease, especially when two cartoonishly googly eyeballs appear in Skull's sockets. Now there's no doubt that he is, in fact, lookin at you, kid.
"WELL? PICK IT UP, THEN."
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"Is it working well for you, then?"
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If Edgard was so easily able to fetch up the tray, clearly it's not being used to carry Skull around. And Skull has neither arms to lift the tray nor legs to ferry it around.
The cartoony eyeballs continue staring at Edgard.
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"So, its not working well for you then? Could use some adjustments?"
Edgard is going to try hard to bullshit his way out of this one.