[One the other side of that bridge, two very talk skeletons are...bickering? One is very broad-shouldered, judging by those collarbones, and wearing a bright red turtleneck and a pair of glasses, and though he's arguing with the other skeleton, his posture is relaxed. Happy, even. Also there is a large, brightly-colored moth hovering over his shoulder.
Ford Pines turns, and sees familiar faces coming across that bridge of marigolds, and even without a nose or eyebrows, his face splits into a bright smile immediately.]
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Ford Pines turns, and sees familiar faces coming across that bridge of marigolds, and even without a nose or eyebrows, his face splits into a bright smile immediately.]
I told you they'd come, Fiddleford.