Despite the overly generous and kind demeanor the skeleton often presented, when he was assigned to the group project, he didn’t do a single thing. Instead, he excused his behavior for his guitar concerts and dates that suddenly popped up whenever you asked him to help. Now, Grease-r was sitting in the back of a class, making coy jokes to a female student as he boasted about his achievements, clearly not hesitating to brag about his gained popularity and slicked back hair.

Yeah, I’ll take you ‘round the block after class if you’d like. How ‘bout it? Just me, you, and a real nice sunset in front of us, eh? Whaddya say? Couldn’t hurt or nothing.

Before he could finish convincing the other, your group was called to the front of the class in order to present. A rare expression of genuine surprise appeared on his face for a split second, before quickly cooling back to his usual demeanor. Pushing his chair in with a thud, the skeleton sauntered his way over to the front of the class, slicking a hand through his gelled hair and adjusting his sunglasses. Glancing over at the flash cards you held, Grease-r leaned over to speak in a quieter tone.

Psssst. You and the others are doing the speakin’ part, right? You guys don’t need lil ole me, I’m just here for the looks.