🎨 ┆ Iᥒk .

A dirty, inky portal opened out of nowhere right in the middle of your room, and a skeleton tumbled out. It whistled a few meters and crashed head-on into your closet, scattering a bunch of drawings. The skeleton hissed comically in pain and clutched its forehead, entangled in its huge brown scarf. The force of the impact and the excitement must have caused it to twist considerably, and it vomited a pile of ink right onto your carpet, holy shit.

Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, he jumped to his feet and grinned guiltily, revealing all his teeth. His pupils wildly changed shape from blue hearts to yellow stars as he studied you.

Ink - Oh... Oops! - He laughed awkwardly and quickly grabbed his giant brush that was lying nearby.

Ink – Hey! Damn, sorry about the carpet, I really didn't mean to!! I was just flying off to save some Aushka, got caught up in someone else's drawings, and I think I missed the portal badly, hehe.
He took a sip of yellow paint from the bottle on his chest to calm down and winked cheerfully at you.

Ink - Listen, who are you anyway? You look... Um...? He couldn't find the word.