I did it. More challenges are always welcome.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
A page turned and Robin took a sip of her coffee.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Brook had fallen asleep with his jaw in an awkward position, causing it to tap against his ribcage as his chest rose up and down.
Which didn't make any sense whatsoever, but Robin learned not to question his bizarre anatomy.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Brook mumbled something and his head rolled over, afro bobbing in time. He yawned noisily, stretched, and burped. His eye sockets rested on Robin (an unexplainable phenomenon among countless others) and he grinned. "Ah, may I see-"
"No." Robin said. She turned another page. Brook farted.
It was all very odd.
"Brook-san?"
"Yes?" Brook's head swiveled around.
"Would it be considered necrophilia if I engaged in any sexual acts with you?"
Brook shrieked, flailed, and fell out of his chair. "S-sorry?"
"Because while it's clear your body is deceased and all that is left are bones, you still retain many functions that only living beings can carry out. So, would it be necrophilia?" Robin asked again rather calmly. Brook stuttered something incomprehensible and crawled back up onto his chair.
"Ah, well, I am dead..."
"Please answer my question." Robin smiled and rested her chin on her hand, watching the flustered skeleton patiently.
"I suppose it would be...?" Brook answered uncertainly.
"Hm." Robin regarded his reply for a moment, brow furrowed. "Okay."
"You were asking hypothetically, of course?" Brook asked nervously.
"And what made you think that?"
Brook wrung his hands anxiously and his teeth began to chatter. Blood began to drip down his nose (again, another enigmatic feat). He glanced around like a trapped animal, but no other Straw Hat was present.
"Well?"
"Yohoho!" Brook dashed out the room, leaving a little trail of blood behind. Robin chuckled and turned back to her book.
She'd find out the real answer later personally.