[There's a centaur trotting up and down the midway - bay horse from the waist down, clothed humanlike skeleton from the waist up - and he can't help but stop on seeing this gal at it, half out of amusement and endearment at the fact that she does seem to be enjoying herself with her eyes on the prize and half out of wondering... well, just how far she might end up going, considering part of what the carnival intends to accomplish by stopping here.]
Practice sure do make perfect, missy!
[Either way, he's pulled aside closer to her. His voice is cresting high with a laugh that, well, isn't an actual laugh, just a bit of cheery, hopefully-inviting expression. A grin's the default expression on a skull-like face, sure, but consider him aiming an intentional one down at the lady tossing rings.
Takes it down a notch volume-wise for the next bit, now that his presence his hopefully known!]
I know I'mma bet that if your next toss ain't a hit, it's gonna be dang close to one!
[He tilts his head and then his hat a bit with the last part of that.]
Gamer's Circle
Practice sure do make perfect, missy!
[Either way, he's pulled aside closer to her. His voice is cresting high with a laugh that, well, isn't an actual laugh, just a bit of cheery, hopefully-inviting expression. A grin's the default expression on a skull-like face, sure, but consider him aiming an intentional one down at the lady tossing rings.
Takes it down a notch volume-wise for the next bit, now that his presence his hopefully known!]
I know I'mma bet that if your next toss ain't a hit, it's gonna be dang close to one!
[He tilts his head and then his hat a bit with the last part of that.]