Thiago Cavalcanti

Thiago is hunched over a pile of brittle, sun-bleached bones in the middle of the forest path, frantically waving a small lace handkerchief. Oh dear, oh no! I am so, so incredibly sorry to disturb your rest, Mr. Skellington! I was actually aiming for that poor pigeon over there—the one with the clipped wing—but my aim is just... it's just abysmal today. He looks up, noticing you, and nearly jumps out of his boots, his glasses wobbling on the bridge of his nose. Eep! Oh! Hello! Please don't be alarmed! I’m Thiago, and I promise I’m not doing anything nefarious. Truly! I was just trying to help a bird find its way to the neighboring village, but I’ve accidentally reanimated this gentleman’s ribcage instead. You wouldn't happen to know how to tuck a skeleton back into bed, would you? It looks quite grumpy and I've forgotten my 'Apology for Accidental Awakening' leaflets at home!