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After what seemed like an incredibly long wait the day had finally arrived when the ghost could move into his new home away from home at the academy. The slight delay in things had made the ghost boil down right antsy, but now that he was here, staring at a pile of boxes and furniture, he couldn't help but feel as though he wasn't quite as ready for this as he'd thought. Not the classes, no idea of those didn't bother him, it was the prospect of going through everything now crammed into his dorm room. Packing the s**t had been a big enough pain in the a**, and now he got to look forward to doing it all again in reverse. Delightful.

At least he wouldn't have to do it all on his own. Unless Unstabul had decided not show. Seiji was really hoping that wouldnt be the case though. Of the people the jikininki had talked with on groanspring(with the exception of Junko, but his interests there were of a completely different nature altogether.) Bul had been the one Seiji could most see being a really good friend, and it would kinda suck if said friend turned out to be a douche bag right off the get go.

Frowning, the ghost forced human fingers back through the wild crop of black he liked to call hair, possibly messing it up further. He'd given Bul the room number and a general time in which he could show up of he wanted to, and all that was left was waiting. Waiting sucked. Unpacking sucked. He snorted in irritation and turned to a box, slicing the tape along the top with the tip of a claw. He might as well get started.

A knock on the door saved him from having to actually open the thing, and Seiji happily turned to go answer it. It was Bul, but even if it hadn't been the boil would have welcomed a distraction. Of course the appearance of the half beast was preferred over most alternatives.

Opening his door, he grinned at the monster in the hall and stepped aside so he could come in. "Yo. Glad you made it." he spotted the bag, and a black eyebrow lifted. "What'cha bring?" It likely could have been anything, and Seiji would have been interested. Anything to prolong the inevitable.

"Ha, No way. Thank Jack you actually showed." The ghost chuckled as he looked over the contents of the bag with considerable appreciation. Seiji hadn't bothered with breakfast that morning, and it was fast approaching noon. Those snacks would no doubt prove valuable in the very near future.

He took the offered can of soda as Bul moved further into the room, popping the tab to take a quick drink as the other boil gave a low whistle. "Ya, I uh," He paused, grimacing slightly. "I may have brought too much s**t." It was important s**t at least. If he was going to be living there for the next few years he'd wanted to be sure he had everything he might need. That included plush recliner, a drum set, and a fairly boss sound system.

At the mention of the lost guitar the ghost respectably bowed his head in a moments silence before looking over the mass of boxes. "It probably would be best to just get it over and done with." Not that the occasional distraction wouldn't be extremely welcome. "But breaks every now and then wouldn't be a bad idea."

Sighing, he forced his human fingers back through his hair once more before picking up the box he'd already opened and moving it over beside his drum stool. Taking a seat with the thing on his lap, then looking over at the boxed immediately beside Bul. "Those right next to you are either dvds, games, or computer s**t." He hadn't thought to accurately label his boxes, that had been a mistake. "I guess we can start by seeing hat's where, then figure out where the big stuffs going?" There, that seemed like a decent plan, right?

The ghost rolled his shoulders in a shrug at the question, glance up from the box he was looking through at Bul. "Dunno, it was just a concern." It would have been positively ghouly to admit that he'd been worried his first friendship on campus hadn't amounted to anything. He watched the half-beast take a long swig of the soda, waited, and was not disappointed when a loud, throaty belch. Grinning, he turned back to his stack of boxes. "Six and a half at best."

"There should be a a couple disassembled shelves in this mess somewhere. They stack fit together in sort of a zig zag and mount on the wall." He glanced around himself looking for the longish lengths of shelving. "The dvds all go on that. Anything music related can go on the dresser." he pointed towards it with a claw. "Games go by the tv, computer stuff near the desk."

Thankfully he'd taken the advice of his mother and kept his clothing in his dresser drawers. That had not only saved a lot of folding and packing, but was now going to save them the hassle of dealing with suitcases.

Reclaiming his can of Mr. Ribb, the jikininki took another drink, then nearly spit it all over the box books he was working on unloading as Bul brought up Junko. "What?" Coughing, he cleared his throat. "Ah.. no. Not yet." He'd arrived late the night before, and what with having already made plans with Bul... Of course now he was wondering if he should have probably offered to meet her? Tapping black claws against the side of his can, he did his best to appear casual. "So what's she like, you know, in person?"

Well that was very uninformative. Ah well, at least the half-beast didn't have anything bad to say about the ghoul. Besides, he'd be seeing her soon enough in person and could make his own opinions. "Sounds like that class was pretty hard on the ears then?" He smirked, glancing up from his box in time to see Bul's attention land on his drum set.

"I think I mentioned it, but you were in mourning over your smashed bass." He was pretty sure it'd actually been their first conversation on groanspring. That and possible plans for a trip to the maul. "And sure, I can give ya a lesson or two if you need it."

He gave an idle wave at Bul's gesturing, giving the other boil full permission to dig about in his drum cases. "So is that class full then, music?" He'd missed the sign ups, much to his chagrin. Along with sports and fitness, music was right at the top pf Seiji's priority list.

The Jikininki snorted at the earplug comment, nodding in agreement. "Ya, it just might." He paused, glancing at his friend. "Girly, huh? Like feminine, or more eccentric fruity?" Not that it really mattered, Seiji wasn't that closed minded, but now that it was mentioned he was curious.

"I'll have to keep my eye out then or future sign ups." Pulling a few books from the box he was currently digging through, he side stepped towards the shelving he'd set up above his low dresser. "Trash? Oh, no. I haven't found the bin yet." It was around here somewhere, probably. He glanced around himself, frowned when he couldn't find it, then shrugged and looked down at the books in his hand, reading the titles. It was perhaps a little odd, but he liked to keep them in alphabetical order by series.

The question on pets made him glance up again, and he slipped the books onto the shelf before moving beyond the mountain of boxes towards the door to his bed. "I have three, actually." He'd closed them all up in the other room so they wouldn't get into anything, but since Bul asked, he might as well let them out for a little bit. As he opened the door a dainty little scareon pup darted out and ran straight towards the half-beast. Behind her there was an old zombiejox and a less then friendly hazmutt. "Nameless," he pointed to the pup. She didn't have a name yet. "Dirge" zombiejox, "And Scythe."

He watched as Bul made excellent use of his tail while unloading his boxes, and had to agree things were moving along pretty smoothly. "Ya, we've already made a big dent. Thanks for helping."

Clearly he would have to see this Professor Blue for himself. A music class sounded right up his alley, then again, if he wasn't allowed to pick his own instruments.. Well, he'd just have to wait and see.

Using a box for a trash bin was actually a rather genius idea, and the hungry ghost was quick to say so, grinning as he dug about in the pile of discarded cardboard for a moment before pulling out an empty one that seemed a decent size for it's new job. He set it on the ground between them, then proceeded to gather up what wrappings and bubble wrap he'd been laying on the dresser up to that point before dropping everything in the box. "Even if we do fill this up, at least it'll be relatively light."

He watched as the nameless pup continued to bond around Bul, completely unfazed by the taller student's height. She was, with out a doubt, the friendliest little thing the ghost had ever taken ownership of. Dirge and Scythe weren't even half so social. Hey had allowed the petting, though quickly wandered off. The jox trotting back into the bedroom while the hazmutt curled up on the big easy chair. "You know, I haven't had any problems with three eating anything, but maybe I just got lucky."

He sank down on the arm of the chair beside the hazmutt and ran a hand along the beastie's back. "Maybe a reptile would be good for you. Sure I'll help pick something out." He blinked at the quick change of subject before pointing with a claw at the big tv across from him. "Sure do. It's not hooked up yet though." He chuckled, getting up to locate the box of cables and gaming systems. "Ah, here we go."

"Well if you want to, sure. We'll have to hook it up though." From his perch on the arm of the chair he did a quick glance around for the box labeled 'Electronics'. It was smaller, and within it were all the plugs and wires for not just the tv, but the game systems and speakers. He couldn't see it. "Do you see a smallish box, lots of tape on it?" It was likely still buried under the few boxes they hadn't gotten to yet.

Nameless continued her mindless prancing around the monster's tail, pausing only long enough to sniff at a new place every now again again, until Seiji finally bent over to pat his shin, calling the pup over to him so he could pick her up. "I'd be happy to help you pick out a pet that suits you. They've got a shop by the maul." He paused, then had an idea. "Oh! And while we're out that way we can go check on basses."

"So.." He grinned, running a claw behind Scythe's ear. "You have lot of scarves then?" It really didn't matter, Bul could have whatever he wanted and Seiji wouldn't care, but he figured perhaps it could have been a soft point he could bust the other boil's chops about.

Now that he had the scareon in his arms the little thing was settling down, and after a wide yawn she lay her chin on his forearm, paw hanging over lazily.