[She's getting another face, at the exact moment his expression changes from annoyance to being spooked again as a bony hand grabs a handful of his coat front, from behind. A skele-hug, but terrible.]
It's— it's stuck. The fingers...!
[He may die. To think, he only wanted to ask her about dopey rewards.]
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It's— it's stuck. The fingers...!
[He may die. To think, he only wanted to ask her about dopey rewards.]