The Skeleton grabbed Broomie and pat down it down in the ground, his mismatched eyes changing each time he blinked in different shapes and colors biased on the emotions he drank from his vials. He had an ink in his right cheek, with a long scarf that had two tails that faded into white. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt and artistic gloves, along with a short-sleeved jacket. His vials were in his sachet across his shoulder, he wore toeless socks and long shorts that reached below his knees.