The roof, Monday afternoon
Bel headed up to the roof to check on his garden to have a smoke after classes. As he leaned against railing, letting the smoke fill his lungs, he saw the skeleton approaching. It was wearing a scarf, a pink frilly hat (which looked suspiciously familiar), a rather snazy pair of pants and belt, and an old shirt. Fortunately, he'd heard the morning announcements so he didn't fireball it immediately.
The skeleton turned its empty eye sockets to Bel's boots. Bel shook his head.
The skeleton then offered Bel the joint it was somehow smoking without lungs. Bel shrugged, took a hit, and passed it back. They passed it back several times until it was gone, and the skeleton looked as forlorn as a skeleton could. Bel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his half-empty pack of cigarettes and handed it to the skeleton. It gave him what was likely a grateful look and mimed flicking a lighter. Bel held out empty hands, then demonstrated why he didn't need a lighter. The skeleton nodded, tucked the cigarettes into his pants pocket, and headed back to the stairs in search of a lighter.
The skeleton turned its empty eye sockets to Bel's boots. Bel shook his head.
The skeleton then offered Bel the joint it was somehow smoking without lungs. Bel shrugged, took a hit, and passed it back. They passed it back several times until it was gone, and the skeleton looked as forlorn as a skeleton could. Bel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his half-empty pack of cigarettes and handed it to the skeleton. It gave him what was likely a grateful look and mimed flicking a lighter. Bel held out empty hands, then demonstrated why he didn't need a lighter. The skeleton nodded, tucked the cigarettes into his pants pocket, and headed back to the stairs in search of a lighter.