Rattle, drip, RATTLE, drop

Ben had just been enjoying a refreshing shower in its dorm. It very rarely left its dorm, but it was that time of the year again! Young, spirited skeletons like Ben can't just sit still! Spring! Love is in the air! Ben could almost smell it. It was feeling extra fresh, so it had decided to go and socialize in the lounge-- which it had only seen when it lurked around the corridors at night. (Ben would dress up and sneak around at night to turn in assignments or buy things in the vending machines, which is why it was almost never spotted.)

Still dripping wet, Ben walked into the lounge, only wearing a pink towel tied around its skull. (unknowingly Ben was missing a rib in the middle of the ribcage) If Ben would have had a face, it would be smiling broadly. Instead, its jaw was ajar, and its skull was moving side to side excitedly, looking for other students. Ben would approach the first person it encountered and excitedly try to shake hands.

Ben gasped audibly as it 'laid eyes' (although eyeless) upon the alien. "WHAT have we HERE?!" Ben exclaimed and approached hurridly, rattling across the hallway. As Ben grabbed Flynn's hand, it gasped yet again. "You are so soft!"

After hearing Flynn's introduction, Ben replied with: "Name's BEN! Good to meat you!" Ben shook lightly, rattling as it laughed at its own pun.

Ben was shocked by the fact that someone referred to it as 'skinless human'. Normally, Ben thought, people recognized a skeleton when they saw one. Clearly this was not the case with this alien. "Do you not have skeletons where you come from?" Ben asked, genuinely interested.

It then added: "NO, I do not have any skin. I am just bones. And yes, I agree that washing is important!! But we skeletons don't HAVE to do it very often! I personally wash myself once per season!" Ben was not sure if it could refer to itself as a life form. Technically Ben wasn't alive. The term 'human' was also a greyzone. Ben let these thoughts slip away as it continued shaking Flynn's hand vigorously, with no sign of stopping any time soon.

Ben would have blinked if it had had eyelids. "Humans breathe with their lungs, yes... and no, I am not an animated skeleton. I've no connection with necromancy!" Ben allowed its bones to be inspected, it was used to this. "Thank you! I consider myself... rather cool!" Ben grinned widely, although barely noticable since its 'face' was pretty much always locked in a grinning visage. Striking a (childish) pose, Ben repeated: "Cool!"

Ben practically flung itself to the other controller. It was a big fan of cultural enrichment. It did play a lot of puzzle games, they helped with some mental issues skeletons often faced. A healthy mind is exceptionally favorable in a less than healthy body, after all. Shooting games, however, were a first for Ben.

"OK, what do I do?!" Ben's voice showed no effort of hiding the excitement. Ben had clearly never held a controller before. It was trying to use it like a computer mouse.