Now this is more like it! Vince grins with relief when he sees the lights, and then with delight when Slightly (a hummingbird who, against all laws of nature, looks like a mix between this and this), darting ahead of him, chirps, 'Someone's been decorating!'
And so they have. Candles, flowers, those little skull candies that they make in Mexico; the creeping, unnerving feeling that's hung about the forest seems to have receded a bit, and Vince ducks down to pick up one of the little skulls. He turns it over in his hand for a moment, before looking up at Slightly.
'Is it, like, heresy or something to eat these? I mean, they are made of sugar, yeah?'
Slightly darts down, their ridiculous little noodle of a tongue flicking out to lick the skull. 'Dunno. But even if it's not, they have been sitting on the ground.'
'Oh yeah.' He'd forgotten about that, and he casts the sugar skull aside. In any event, the skulls are less interesting than the person scattering them, whom Vince and Slightly have just come upon, standing in a clearing. He can't actually tell if she's wearing makeup to look like a skull or if her head actually is a skull, but either way, she is looking genius; all decked out in a long red frock and the biggest hat Vince has ever seen, decorated with live candles!
He lets out a little laugh, bending a little at the waist like the impulse to launch into a Jagger impression, as Slightly executes a zippy little figure eight to land on Vince's shoulder. 'Whoah, you are looking well into it! I'm lovin' that. Who're you, then?'
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And so they have. Candles, flowers, those little skull candies that they make in Mexico; the creeping, unnerving feeling that's hung about the forest seems to have receded a bit, and Vince ducks down to pick up one of the little skulls. He turns it over in his hand for a moment, before looking up at Slightly.
'Is it, like, heresy or something to eat these? I mean, they are made of sugar, yeah?'
Slightly darts down, their ridiculous little noodle of a tongue flicking out to lick the skull. 'Dunno. But even if it's not, they have been sitting on the ground.'
'Oh yeah.' He'd forgotten about that, and he casts the sugar skull aside. In any event, the skulls are less interesting than the person scattering them, whom Vince and Slightly have just come upon, standing in a clearing. He can't actually tell if she's wearing makeup to look like a skull or if her head actually is a skull, but either way, she is looking genius; all decked out in a long red frock and the biggest hat Vince has ever seen, decorated with live candles!
He lets out a little laugh, bending a little at the waist like the impulse to launch into a Jagger impression, as Slightly executes a zippy little figure eight to land on Vince's shoulder. 'Whoah, you are looking well into it! I'm lovin' that. Who're you, then?'