[Skulduggery finds the questions about angels more important, but he has to admit that it'll be difficult to get answers to those questions when they're still unable to understand each other. So he files the information away for later, lets his subconscious mull over it, and turns to the glittering bunting.]
Merry Christmas. [It's a little hard to miss how some of Skulduggery's earlier enthusiasm has now faded from his voice. He really, really does not like Christmas. A beat, and then he points to each letter in turn, naming them as he goes.]
Merry. [He smiles, and points to his own face.] Christmas. [And he hesitates, looking around, because how on earth does one go about describing a holiday without words?
He should really see about getting out of public soon.]
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Merry Christmas. [It's a little hard to miss how some of Skulduggery's earlier enthusiasm has now faded from his voice. He really, really does not like Christmas. A beat, and then he points to each letter in turn, naming them as he goes.]
Merry. [He smiles, and points to his own face.] Christmas. [And he hesitates, looking around, because how on earth does one go about describing a holiday without words?
He should really see about getting out of public soon.]