The only one who didn't leave with Merlin and the angels was Tanith. She strode purposefully in the other direction, towards Ghastly, confident and radiating her intent to snap irritably at anyone who tried to make her leave. Ghastly was grateful for that. He really didn't think he'd be able to manage completely on his own just yet.
While Tanith and Dexter started in on his fist, trying to maneuver it carefully loose, Skulduggery still hadn't moved. Like a mannequin, standing there in the suit Ghastly made for him. Like a very lifelike and disturbing mannequin. Some distant and removed part of Ghastly wondered if Skulduggery would mind being a mannequin for him a couple of days every week. Just... trying on custom orders so Ghastly could make sure they were as perfect as they could possibly be, that shirts hung right and coats moved properly. Basically like a glorified hat stand, since most of Ghastly's tailoring work was done by magic, but a well-paid glorified hat stand.
Probably not. Skulduggery didn't do things for the money. And he'd probably steal all the hats.
"Why did Descry tell you?" Skulduggery asked, shutting down that distant and removed thought process with a snap. "Why didn't he come and ask me directly?"
The detective's tone was deceptively calm. As level and quiet as if he were just discussing the weather with someone, or the results from last night's football game. But that was part of the trouble. It was a casual tone, reserved for casual acquaintances. Ghastly and Dexter were anything but. Skulduggery was overcompensating, which was just as dangerous as when he made his anger clear, if not more so. And now, Ghastly had a better idea of why.
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While Tanith and Dexter started in on his fist, trying to maneuver it carefully loose, Skulduggery still hadn't moved. Like a mannequin, standing there in the suit Ghastly made for him. Like a very lifelike and disturbing mannequin. Some distant and removed part of Ghastly wondered if Skulduggery would mind being a mannequin for him a couple of days every week. Just... trying on custom orders so Ghastly could make sure they were as perfect as they could possibly be, that shirts hung right and coats moved properly. Basically like a glorified hat stand, since most of Ghastly's tailoring work was done by magic, but a well-paid glorified hat stand.
Probably not. Skulduggery didn't do things for the money. And he'd probably steal all the hats.
"Why did Descry tell you?" Skulduggery asked, shutting down that distant and removed thought process with a snap. "Why didn't he come and ask me directly?"
The detective's tone was deceptively calm. As level and quiet as if he were just discussing the weather with someone, or the results from last night's football game. But that was part of the trouble. It was a casual tone, reserved for casual acquaintances. Ghastly and Dexter were anything but. Skulduggery was overcompensating, which was just as dangerous as when he made his anger clear, if not more so. And now, Ghastly had a better idea of why.