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The jikininki in question was in fact in his dorm that afternoon Putting the finishing touches on his unpacking. Yes, he'd told Junko the job was done, but that had been stretching the truth just a little. MOST of it had been unpacked and relatively set up, but he really hadn't wanted to stand the ghoul up, and certainly not on scarentines. There were nick-knacks and personal effects left to find places for, and he was currently working on doing just that.

While he hated packing, unpacking, and anything within the similar realm, he'd found that dragging his feet on the matter and procrastinating had been the absolute worst idea he'd had thus far that year. Even with Bul's help it had taken an unseemly amount of time.

With a bleary eyed yawn the ghost placed a scowling skull on top of his computer monitor then straightened the keyboard. There, finally done. For real with time. Every last box was empty, folded up and stacked in the hall for the gnomes to carry off. He was free, relatively. Sure he'd have to go sign up for some classes soon, but for now at least he was able to enjoy some down time and just decompress. Maybe he'd give the futikuchi-onna a call, see if she was busy.

That actually didn't sound like a bad idea. He and Junko had been flirting back and forth for a while on groanspring, but now that he'd actually met her he'd found he really did have a fondness for the ghoul. Not just her lovely legs, but the whole package, blushing shyness and all.

Fishing his phone from his back pocket he gave the social site a quick check, looking over the recent questions and answers before intending to leave one for J herself.

Completely engrossed in what he was typing out the jikininki failed to notice his door opening or the blue haired banshee that let herself in. Not until she all but shouted, startling bad enough that he fumbled his phone and had to juggle the thing to keep it from hitting the floor. Stuffing it roughly back into his pocket as he turned to glare at the ghoul now leaning against his wall. The glare cooled mildly when he realized he'd seen her before, but couldn't quite place where. Irritation morphing into something closer to curiosity.

Of course, almost as important a question as who, was why, and he allowed that thought to mull about the tip of his tongue as she carried on speaking. Why then got pushed towards the back burners if favor of more pressing concerns. "Needed for?" He prompted, brows raising as he watched her drift about his room.

While he waited for the answer to that or whatever else she felt like adding instead he made a quick study of her. Starting at the toes of gothic boots and gliding upward. Lingering perhaps a touch longer then was polite on her legs before roaming higher. Hey, she'd barged into his room. Another pause settled on her chest and he suddenly remembered why she seemed so familiar. Groanspring, her profile picture had at one point been a snap shot of pale cleavage. Well, that answered one question.

Vaguely he recalled that she had something of an abrasive personality and a certain Bogart had the hots for her. Neither of which would be brought up now. Instead, he let her move around his dorm as she pleased while he wandered over to take a seat on the arm of her easy chair, one leg drawing up so he could hook his clawed hand around it. Human fingers on the other hand tapped softly on his knee.

"Sarias, right?" He inquired idly, tone having drifted into something boarding between neutral and bored. Yes, some strange ghoul had just wandered into his room, but that wasn't any reason to get bent out of shape of excited.

Well, she certainly didn't appear to have any issues with making herself comfortable in unfamiliar environments. Or around unfamiliar people. Not that he was surprised really. From the brief use of her own lovely assets as her profile image he had surmounted that she wasn't the timid or shy sort.

If she liked mind games she was certainly working the right angles, though the ghost boil merely regarded the mention of reputations with a slight lift of one dark brow. "Is that so?" What could she have possibly dug up on him from his past? It would have had to been from before he got to the school, considering, as of yet, he hadn't done anything terribly note worth in his short stay there.

The flutter of curled hair around pale shoulders drew his eye, and it likely would have any hetero male of a certain age, but crimson eyes jumped back to her face once it had settled.

The declaration that he needed her made him smile, an almost challenging little smirk along gray lips. Now wasn't she a confident little thing, or perhaps arrogant. And what was that she was laying out along his bed. Papers of some sort. He craned his neck to get a better look, but it wasn't until he got back to his feet and wandered over that he realized they were blue prints.

Had he been allowed to answer her question she'd have been sorely disappointed in him. He had had help moving in, but Bul was most certainly not a ghost. But since she hadn't actually wanted an answer to that question, he didn't bother giving one. Instead he gave considerable thought to her offer to show him around.

They had given him a bit of a rundown of the dorms when he'd arrived, but nothing half so in depth as she was hinting at. It was an intriguing offer, though he had to admit her motives were questionable.

Questionable, but not worrying. There also didn't seem to be room for refusal in her proposal. "Sure, why not." He didn't have any plans(He'd give Junko a call later), and he had to admit he was now curious.

Hovering beside his own bed, he looked down at all the papers spread out over the blankets. Resisting the temptation to comment 'what choice', and instead rolling his eyes. He did smile though, despite himself. She was indeed abrasive and subtly bossy, but he didn't seem to mind it. If nothing else, at least she was interesting.

When she indicated a particular sheet of prints he looked down at it obediently before glancing sideways at her little show of innocence, and he wasn't buying what she was trying to sell.

Who was she kidding?

None of these thoughts were vocalized though, and instead he took the offered paper to give it a closer look, focusing in on a few of her personal additions with growing interest. "Tantalizing, hmm?" Her choice of words was very interesting, and if her goal had been to pique his curiosity, she was doing a damn good job of it.

As she began to gather up her papers to repack them in her bag he folded the print she'd given him to slip it into his back pocket beside his eyephone. A huff sounding from beside him indicating he wasn't moving fast enough for her tastes, and it earned her a narrowed look that she likely missed as she turned to walk out the door. Ok, maybe that bossy thing would eventually get to him. Frowning, he followed, shutting the door behind them and locking it.

As she started in on talking about their dorm and the segregation of genders he couldn't help but audibly scoff. "And what's to keep people from simply walking across the building to carry on the same late night activities. Or for that matter, simply phasing though the walls." He didn't bother commenting on the communal shower thing, he had his own bathroom, so the idea wouldn't have occurred to him.

He resisted the urge to snort in amusement at the pretty face comment, and merely grinned instead, a fierce sort of splitting of dark lips to show off his delightfully pointy smile.

His gaze followed the hand the floated over to the wall, glittering runes flaring to life as she touched them. Huh, well that was different. He too lifted a finger to poke at the wall and was rewarded as the runes came to life at his touch. Though cool as it was, he wasn't sure exactly how he felt about the restrictions. Not that he was in the practice of sneaking about in others rooms, but the runes themselves meant the school didn't trust him.

Though glancing to the side at the ghoul now grinning at him he was finding it very difficult to blame the faculty for putting such restrictions in place. "And how exactly did figure out the trick to getting around these things?" He was curious, he'd admit it.

As she started walking again he automatically fell into step behind her, returning hands to the depths of his pockets. He was actually interested in seeing the common room. Sure he'd passed it a few times, but he hadn't yet gotten a chance to really explore it or everything in it. Of course much to his chagrin the communal space wasn't half so welcoming as expected. He knew the societal hierarchy in place in their world and the standing of ghosts within it, but he himself had never placed a whole lot of stock on racial status. He would, however, keep such things in mind in the future. He didn't want to step on the toes of his fellow ghosts.

The sudden inquiry of boredom drew his attention back to the banshee and he chuckled. "No, not really," he started, broad shoulders raising in a small shrug. "But by all means, let's continue." He withdrew his clawed hand from his pocket indicate she should lead the way.