"No...But you REALLY smell like soda.."
How does this boyo make himself smell so much like that gosh darn drink.
What do you do Skulli, bathe in the stuff?
IT'S AN IMPORTANT QUESTION IF YOU ASK ME.
There are a few sections of Skulli's flat that over flow with pillows. This space by a large window happens to be one of them. Its a comfy spot for those who wish to recline for a hour or two and read, or work on what needs done. The subtle sound of handmade wind chimes, crafted out of old pipes and broken dishes, occasionally ringing out. It's a rather peaceful section of the apartment really.
Except when Skulli is about to commit a plushie murder.
That poor rabbit toy is something Enya has held onto since smeethood, kinda a comfort item if you will. Putting it somewhat lightly, Skulli despises it. With a deep, passion. Everything about it, its vacant always watching black eyes, and its never changing mocking smile. Thing kinda creeps him out, especially how Enya tends to move it around the house with her sometimes. Making it pop up where he least expects it.
Skulli being the lovely fellow he is, he isn't quite against attempting to stab it with his claws if the opportunity appears.
Grape Soda About To Die by TheEvilTeaDrinker
Skulli belongs to headamuse