[The laughter gets a head-tip, impassive as most of Kratos's actions are impassive, even when there should be emotion implied. It seems to be laughter more at the general circumstances, however, so Kratos ignores it and wanders around the room a bit, taking in the lack of personal belongings on the walls. At least there's furniture.
[Kratos takes a seat, pulling the low table closer to put down the books, but is distracted from pursuing the language further by Skulduggery pulling off his disguise. He is, indeed, a skeleton. A skeleton held together by mana in a very literal sense. Kratos wonders whether he can feel pain.
[He picks up the intermediate book again, leafing through the pages with swift intent. Surely there's something in here to tell him the most basic questioning words. It takes a bit, but he does find a spread of pages which seems likely -- though the symbol in the title is not one he recognises.
[The images indicate it's what he wants, however. A picture of man in a crossroad; a picture of a woman examining something through a microscope; a child pointing at a beetle and looking up at an adult; someone looking at a clock; someone sitting in the middle of a deconstructed piece of furniture with a sheaf of paper while scratching their head. Where, why, what, when, how.]
Skulduggery.
[Kratos gets to his feet to bring the book over, pointing at the last image and sounding out the accompanying word.]
You. Skeleton. How?
[He knows he won't understand the full explanation, but just the fact that Skulduggery might know how he's sentient when, by all rights, he shouldn't be -- it would be reassuring that Kratos doesn't have to worry about him going rabid.]
no subject
[Kratos takes a seat, pulling the low table closer to put down the books, but is distracted from pursuing the language further by Skulduggery pulling off his disguise. He is, indeed, a skeleton. A skeleton held together by mana in a very literal sense. Kratos wonders whether he can feel pain.
[He picks up the intermediate book again, leafing through the pages with swift intent. Surely there's something in here to tell him the most basic questioning words. It takes a bit, but he does find a spread of pages which seems likely -- though the symbol in the title is not one he recognises.
[The images indicate it's what he wants, however. A picture of man in a crossroad; a picture of a woman examining something through a microscope; a child pointing at a beetle and looking up at an adult; someone looking at a clock; someone sitting in the middle of a deconstructed piece of furniture with a sheaf of paper while scratching their head. Where, why, what, when, how.]
Skulduggery.
[Kratos gets to his feet to bring the book over, pointing at the last image and sounding out the accompanying word.]
You. Skeleton. How?
[He knows he won't understand the full explanation, but just the fact that Skulduggery might know how he's sentient when, by all rights, he shouldn't be -- it would be reassuring that Kratos doesn't have to worry about him going rabid.]