"Oh God not him..!"

Fresh grinned at those words, a dark brow raising at the other. His arms crossed over his ribcage, heelys creating soft thumps as they made contact with the floor. Oh god.. He was going to ruin the entire house... Especially the floor, with his refusal to take his shoes off because it wasn't "his style" or whatever.

"YO! WHASSUP, my fave sack of totally radical fly meat!" What a way to say "human"...

"How ya chillin', dawg? Still pimpin' that straight edge lifestyle, homeslice? You know I wouldn't like ya any other way!" The skeleton exclaimed his gibberish, not really caring if he wasn't fully understood.

Now Fresh was tall. Really tall. 6'8 to be exact. 204 centimeters. It was very much terrifying, considering that he towered over almost everyone he met. So he probably shouldn't be so surprised by the other's reaction to being grabbed very tightly by the wrist. His grip was naturally firm, so it may or may not have hurt a little.

He paused for a second, his act coming to a halt the second he saw even the tiniest bit of fear flash onto the other's eyes. He was more perceptive than others made him out to be. He wasn't always happy and smiling. He could have his serious moments too.

"You straight? Ya seem kinda... Not so very dope." He blinked beneath his glasses, that now displayed the words "U OK" in yellow and blue. He seemed to have calmed down, looking more concerned than anything. It was strange. He didn't seem like someone who would be able to take anything seriously, let alone other's boundaries. I mean.. He did kind of purposefully test others patience until they snapped, but he definitely knew when to stop most of the time, unlike what others thought.