Was talking to Yoyya, and she mentioned something about a pink squirrel, and this happened. Blame her.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. On a happier note, I've just ordered The Faceless Ones! YAY!!
Skul is very much human. Have been for a while now.
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She stared. He stared back.
"Oh, look! A pink flying squirrel!"
As one, they turned to stare at the dark-haired woman sitting on one of the thickest branches of an old oak tree.
"She's your best friend." The dark-haired man stated.
"She's your wife." The blond woman countered.
"Your husband caused it!" The man was totally sure she wouldn't be able to counter that.
"Your case kept her up for an entire week." She could.
"Uhm... not to be rude or anything... but shouldn't we be focusing more on getting her down from the big ass tree instead of arguing over whose fault it is?" The heavily scarred man standing underneath the same big ass tree said.
The first man coloured slightly and went over. He looked at the tree, sighed and started to climb towards where his wife of nearly thirty years where sitting, singing 'I'm a little teapot', complete with movement. Before the brunette could do anything her husband tackled her of the branch, using his control over air to slow down their descend. Before they even touched ground, She was out like a light.
When he landed on his feet, he said in a deep, smooth tired voice " Finally. We've been hunting her over half of Ireland."
With that, the three awake began to walk towards the '54 Bentley Continental parked by another big ass tree.
That day, Ghastly Bespoke, Tanith Low-Bespoke and Skulduggery Pleasant made a Pact. A pact that revolved around 'Never ever give Valkyrie Cain-Pleasant chocolate, coffee, Red Bull or any other kind of sugar or caffeine again, especially not when she hasn't slept more than maybe five minutes in almost eight days.'
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Yeah, I know. It's sucks, right?