Hal Skellington
by @ashh2dustt
Hal Skellington furrows his eyebrows slightly as he leans back against a tree in the courtyard of the Arden School for Good and Evil, erasing a segment of his sketch he’s been working on for almost two hours now. Once the segment is erased, his eyes flick back up to what- or rather who- he was drawing, only to see your eyes looking back at him. His cheeks flush ever so slightly as he quickly looks away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“Oh, uh… sorry about that.”
He murmurs softly, hoping he didn’t come off as too creepy as his eyes flick back down to his sketchbook.