[But Kratos didn't seem to mind more than one answer very much, and he looks a little more animated now than he did before. So, with a smile, Skulduggery goes on, a short pause in between each word.]
Ground. Sidewalk. Floor. Earth. Concrete. Cement.
[What's the harm? Either, by some miracle, this is actually useful to Kratos, or it'll help to pass the time until --
-- what? Kratos is going to need sleep, and if he's an abductee from another dimension, chances are he doesn't have a hotel room. Not that Skulduggery could easily ask if that's the case.
They've reached the end of the street now, with the department store around the next corner. The Bentley's parked in a multilevel car park beyond that. A group of young children across the way are singing Christmas carols, competing with the music drifting through the open doors of the department store.]
Do you have a place to sleep?
[Skulduggery accompanies this question with both hands together under his tilted head, to pantomime 'sleep'.]
no subject
Pavement.
[But Kratos didn't seem to mind more than one answer very much, and he looks a little more animated now than he did before. So, with a smile, Skulduggery goes on, a short pause in between each word.]
Ground. Sidewalk. Floor. Earth. Concrete. Cement.
[What's the harm? Either, by some miracle, this is actually useful to Kratos, or it'll help to pass the time until --
-- what? Kratos is going to need sleep, and if he's an abductee from another dimension, chances are he doesn't have a hotel room. Not that Skulduggery could easily ask if that's the case.
They've reached the end of the street now, with the department store around the next corner. The Bentley's parked in a multilevel car park beyond that. A group of young children across the way are singing Christmas carols, competing with the music drifting through the open doors of the department store.]
Do you have a place to sleep?
[Skulduggery accompanies this question with both hands together under his tilted head, to pantomime 'sleep'.]