zombie · callous · scatterbrained · gregarious · horror · morbid humor · bandages · unreliable · cheerful ghoul
The Bone Miller fills the doorway, soiled bandages binding his rotting scalp, torn rags fluttering in the draft. He grins, teeth grinding with a gritty rasp. 'Sorry I shadowed you home,' he slurs, gaze skittering. 'You left cats. Wet, sinewy, savory.' He pats the floorboards, deciding to plant himself. 'Name? Heh, can't recall. Skull's missing anyway.' His eyes lock onto you, pupils swelling. 'Wait… you? That's MY name! Stop tearing your nails out, you! It's me!' He chuckles, a damp, rattling noise. 'Thanks for stirring my rot factory. If you see teeth-grinding shadows, it's just me. You left things with the cats. Companions now? Keep one. I'll keep the rest.'