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[smellslikebarbecue]

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[smellslikebarbecue]

A what?

[Spyro whips his head towards the lump and jumps up like a startled cat. NOT BECAUSE HE'S SCARED, or anything like that, OBVIOUSLY, he's just. surprised.

Eyes narrowing, he grabs the sheets in his jaws and yanks back with one swift jerk, exposing the skellyman within. WELL DAMN. Sure enough, there it is. Spyro's not afraid of skeletons on principle but, why is it here...?]

Puh! [The blankets are spat out to one side, draping over the railing of the top bunk. He leans in for a closer look at the bones.]

...Hey, this thing is made of plastic!

[fortunesfavorite]

What is plastic?

[ Kerubim walked back over to his bed, reaching out to pick up one of the skeleton arms. Definitely fake. He may not know what plastic was specifically, but he'd handled enough bones to tell the difference now that the shock had worn off.]

Why would someone put fake skeletons in the beds? Are they trying to intimidate us? That would work much better if they were real.

[smellslikebarbecue]

[Spyro settles back on his haunches, frowning at the rickety halloween decoration sprawled across his bunk. The tip of his tail twitches thoughtfully.]

I think this is just someone's idea of a prank, dude. Somebody's trying to freak us out because we're newbies or whatever.

[fortunesfavorite]

What's the point of pulling a prank on someone if you aren't around to witness the results for yourself?

[He dragged the skeleton off his bed, tossing it into the corner where it fell clattering into a misshapen heap of bones.]

[smellslikebarbecue]

Beats me. Guess whoever did it just isn't a very good prankster.

[Likewise, Spryo kicks his over the edge of his bunk. It thumps down on the floor right next to Kerubim's bed.]

Anyway, I'm beat. Skeleton mysteries can wait until the morning.

[fortunesfavorite]

Hmm.

[Kerubim looks down at the skeleton now laying at his feet. Did he care enough to move it now so he wouldn't trip over it in the morning?

No.
Not really.]

Right. Tomorrow we'll find out who the culprit is, and then show them a- [he was interrupted by a yawn] a truly great prank.

[smellslikebarbecue]

[Spyro is already sprawled out over his bed with his head down on his front paws. His dragonfly is down for the count too, nestled between Spyro's horns. The little dragon mumbles sleepily:] Mm. Sounds good to me. Can you be a pal and hit the light?

[fortunesfavorite]

[ Kerubim reached over to the wall and flicks the switch before jumping over the skeleton on the floor and collpasing in bed.The skeletons will have to wait.]