Right, so the skeleton is definitely talking to him. And did he wink? Can skeletons do that?
Carlisle decides that he should, perhaps, set aside his concerns about the undead and malleability of bone, even if only for a moment. After all, it is dreadfully rude to leave someone waiting when they're clearly addressing him, even if that someone is only arguably alive. At least he seems friendly. He even looks like he might be smiling a little, though that could just be the way his skull is structured.
Heading his way, Carlisle puts on a sheepish grin himself and does his best to look as though he's not shaking in his boots (spoiler: he is. He very much is). "Er, sorry lad. It's not everyday that one meets, ah..."
He looks down at the skeleton's offered hand, his own curling into themselves nervously. He knows well enough the guy is looking for a handshake -- Cisth, he is friendly, isn't he? -- but Carlisle isn't too warm on physical contact himself, even with people of the living variety.
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Carlisle decides that he should, perhaps, set aside his concerns about the undead and malleability of bone, even if only for a moment. After all, it is dreadfully rude to leave someone waiting when they're clearly addressing him, even if that someone is only arguably alive. At least he seems friendly. He even looks like he might be smiling a little, though that could just be the way his skull is structured.
Heading his way, Carlisle puts on a sheepish grin himself and does his best to look as though he's not shaking in his boots (spoiler: he is. He very much is). "Er, sorry lad. It's not everyday that one meets, ah..."
He looks down at the skeleton's offered hand, his own curling into themselves nervously. He knows well enough the guy is looking for a handshake -- Cisth, he is friendly, isn't he? -- but Carlisle isn't too warm on physical contact himself, even with people of the living variety.