Re: first class - baths
Oh, this was wonderful. Maybe it shouldn't have been, maybe he should have been asking what the ever-loving fuck and trying to get the hell of this ship but good sense had gone out the window and he just didn't care. He was tired of the same old thing and this was something new, something exciting. Something different. It was exactly what he needed, wasn't it? Hell yeah it was, and so he did the only proper thing to do when one found themselves on a scary boat in the middle of the ocean instead of Halloween Town or wherever he was king of: explore. Because yeah, he wore no crown, but he was definitely king. Or something.
The skeleton man was no bony specter from science class; he was still a man, barely so, tall and thin in a pinstripe suit with blackened eyes and a mouth that had once been stitched up but now grinned and spoke like any human ought to have done. Equally thin fingers trailed over the walls, the railing, touching everything as he circled the deck and then went up, his long stride making up for his leisurely pace and he pushed the doors to the baths open in time to hear a very emphatic declaration from someone who, apparently, intended to call the shots.
He let the door swing shut behind him as he stepped further in, unblinking gaze bright and curious. What place was this? Who was this woman in pigtails with the strange thing held in her hands? "What shots, and why are you calling them?" He asked it with a toothy grin, and no understanding of his own naivety, though he would have kicked himself in the face had he possessed any of his usual concerns.