Jack was quiet (surprisingly) as he waited for Ginko to puzzle out a few questions to ask him. He was well aware this was an unusual meeting--had it been usual, Jack might have popped up behind Ginko and well.
That wouldn't have ended well for anyone.
The skeleton lifted a thin finger to his jaw line as he thought. It was a little hard to tell someone where Halloween Town was. It was--well, it was home! It was just home. If he was finished running amuck in the human world, he just went home and didn't think too hard about it.
"The well was made of stone," Jack said finally, not feeling quite confident enough to answer the other question yet. Jack wasn't used to not feeling confident. About anything. He was ready for this yucky, unfamiliar feeling to stop any minute now. "Black stones, no crank and no pail." His toothy grim grim twisted into a thoughtful frown. "Maybe it was not a well."
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That wouldn't have ended well for anyone.
The skeleton lifted a thin finger to his jaw line as he thought. It was a little hard to tell someone where Halloween Town was. It was--well, it was home! It was just home. If he was finished running amuck in the human world, he just went home and didn't think too hard about it.
"The well was made of stone," Jack said finally, not feeling quite confident enough to answer the other question yet. Jack wasn't used to not feeling confident. About anything. He was ready for this yucky, unfamiliar feeling to stop any minute now. "Black stones, no crank and no pail." His toothy grim grim twisted into a thoughtful frown. "Maybe it was not a well."