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It had been a very very brief phone call, no more then half a minute, and constituted entirely of her answering, being summoned to Westus' room, then promptly being hung up on. To nearly any other person it would have seemed a rude, demanding sort of gesture, but Hadiyya knew better, so it was with a bemused sort of smile she set aside her packing to make her way into the halls and up down to the avarice demon's dorm. The henna dyed tips of her fingers trailing the walls along the way.

She was stopped about about half way to her destination by the appearance of an adorably lumpy figure waddling it's way towards her and she couldn't help but laugh as she bent to greet the armassum as it approached her. Scratching fondly behind one twisted horn before parting that green snout. "Jerky, what are you doing out here?" Tucking hands behind stumpy legs, she picked the squat beasty up and cradled him in her arms. "Have you been pestering our dear West?" Always, but thanks to her the pair of armassum were manageable and fairly well behaved. It wasn't their fault they were owned by a boil with a short temper.

Lord Jerkwater still in her arms, the djinn walked the remainder of the hall until she came to West's door. Knuckles rapping along the wood to announce her presence. "He's still home, right Jerky?" The armassum's round tummy was given a tickle as she cooed down at it, chuckling faintly before turning her attention back to the door before her.

She hadn't the foggiest why he'd wanted to see her. Jack, it was baffling that he'd even gone out of his way to call her over. That wasn't the way the boil operated, not usually. She was glad for it though. Happy for a chance to see one of her closest friends before they all went off for the summer. She herself was going to be staying with Sharra and his family for the whole of their break, and she was very excited. Finally she would meet the doting, over bearing aunties that played such a key role in their dear nephew's life.

Glowing eyes widened as the door opened before she'd even lowered her hand again, and she was left staring at West's perpetually grumpy face. "Well hello to you, too," offered with a smirk, following his gaze down to the pet in her arms. Fingertips tracing soft scratches behind one gnarled horn then down along Jerk's chin as he rose his head into her touch, churring happily at the rare affection.

She passed him as he waved her inside, then chuckled as he peered around in the hallway before closing the door to face her. "Oh?" It wasn't often the avarice demon actually sought her out to talk, so the marid was admittedly very curious as to the nature of this impending conversation. And it would have to be important, or else West wouldn't have even bothered with it. In the entire span of their friendship they had only had a small handful of serious conversations, but somehow Hadiyya felt that was more then West usually allowed himself with a person.

Taking a seat on the edge of the foot of his bed, she set the armassum down on the bed beside her where it immediately curled against her hip, staring up at her for further attention. She stroked a hand along his back and tail before resuming the soft scratches along the base of his hand. One long, dark leg rose to cross over the other, and she set her free hand on her lap as she glanced back up at the other demon. "What's up?"

Softly glowing blue eyes trailed the demon boil as he paced and made that fidgety cycle with his hands from pockets to pockets, a single dark brow arching high with every passing second. What in Jack's name had gotten him in such a flustered state? Hadiyya had no idea, and she remained quiet all the while as she waited for him to make the next move.

When he finally did sit she took her hand from his pets head to fold it along with the other ontop of her lap, the picture of nonthreatening patience. Even as he continued to shuffle his feet beneath him as if no matter how he sat it wasn't comfortable. Considering the boil and his reactions to things like feelings, it wasn't surprising. She wasn't 100% sure on if that was what was on his mind, but it was a fair assumption.

His question caught her off guard and bright eyes widened slightly in response to it before softening. He had no idea just how happy she was to hear him say something like that, having only just recently realized that they were indeed still friends and he didn't in fact hate her for having marked him.

"Of course we are," she answered happily after a second. Curiosity making her lean forward just a little.

He nodded and she waited, but after a moment or two of silence dark brows lowered in a soft pinch. Whatever it was he'd called her hear was not something he felt all that comfortable speaking about, it was painfully obvious to the ghoul, and had he not called her she'd have let the whole thing go. Westus flustered was amusing, but this was a level of uncomfortable awkwardness Yaya had never witnessed. She'd have gladly let him off the hook if she could.

Instead she waited patiently for him to work up whatever it was he needed in order to move on with the conversation. Glowing eyes dropping back to linger upon the minipet curled along her hip staring up at her, as if he might shed some form of light upon the situation. There were no answers in those dopey eyes though, not that she had really expected there to be.

When he stood she looked up again, confusing hinted within exotic features as he came to sit beside her, then growing as he took her hand in his. Generally he avoided physical contact when possible, though with he he was surprisingly tolerant. It was never him that reached out to other people, so this was surprising. She didn't fight him though, but let him pull her hand around to lay on the bad between them, the delicate point of her chin tilting curiously to one side as she stared down at their clasped hands. Baby blues flicking up once to glance at his face before dropping again. What was he doing?

The shock was, well.. shocking. Hadiyya jumped as it tingled through her hand and had to fight herself not to simple jerk away from him. The obvious question was written all over her face as she stared up at him, but any words to voice it died behind parted lips as she felt the warm curve within her palm. He let her go, and she lifted her hand, fingers opening slowly to reveal the emblem within. "Oh." It was not an adequate portrayal of her thoughts nor emotions, but right then words had failed her.

He'd given her his emblem, a huge mark of trust between one person and another, and she could do little in the next few seconds save stare down at it with budding start of smile showing on plush lips. Moisture glittered in glowing eyes as she finally looked up at him, and even knowing he'd hate it she closed that gap between them in an instant to throw arms around him in clinging hug. Words couldn't cover how pleased she was by the emblem clutched tightly in her hand, only actions would cover it.

Her grip on the emblem tightened at the threat despite her knowing full well he wouldn't really take it away from her for crying on his shoulder. It did help staunch the tears though, and after a moment she would loosen her grip on the boil so she was more or less draped against him as he explained himself. Dark features sobering by the second as that wide grin faded away from handsome features. Why? She didn't understand the thoughts behind the sudden change in expression, it hurt to see it. He seemed wounded, but nothing in the last few moments should have warranted that sort of reaction from the boil. "West?"

She swallowed as she looked up at him, a sad little idea worming unhappily through her mind. Perhaps he regretted giving his emblem to her, as he'd regretted letting her mark him. That it'd seemed the appropriate thing to do, but now that he had he wanted to take it back.. Jack, she hoped not. Slowly she let him go, one hand retreating to her lap, but only to place the dark little circle safely on her thigh before returning up so she could cup her palm against his cheek. "You didn't have to so this," she offered softly, vulnerability clear in faintly glowing eyes.

The tips of her fingers curled along the edge of his jaw as she leaned forward, and before he could pull away or protest she pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, then dipped her chin so she could rest her brow against his temple. "You know how much you mean to me, don't you?" Did he? Had she ever thought to tell him? No, she'd always just assumed he'd understood from her actions.

The hand still resting on his shoulder slid until she could touch fingertips against the left side of his chest. Even through clothing the fluid wash of cool liquid was obvious, but as she let her hand drop away there was no water staining his clothing. Only the dark silhouette of a circle beside the lapel of his jacket. Intricate blue nearly glowing in thin lines across the surface in the shape of a water drop. "I was going to give you this months ago, but at the time.." She paused, and the press of her fingers along the edge of his jaw tightened, holding him in place. "I thought you hated me, and I wouldn't have blamed you." She lay her hand atop the emblem on her thigh, curling her fingers so she could press it into her palm.

The night they'd returned from the field trip and she'd released the boil from the mark she'd placed upon him. She'd been convinced she'd lost him as a friend, that he'd stuck around only because of her hold on him and his freedom would prove the end of their friendship. Of the people she called friend or more, there were only three she had come to love, would do anything for, and the avarice demon was there along with Sharra and Junko.

He was quiet, even after she'd she'd admitted how terribly much she cared and kissed his cheek. For a fleeting second it was a terrifying silence, but as each passing tick of the clock passed it grew less and less strained until they were merely sitting quietly together with her still draped against him. One dark hand lingering at the edge of his jaw as she kept them pressed close. Moving only once he'd spoken again, and only enough to rest her forehead on his shoulder, relief washing through her with enough force to leave fingers tingling and numb. He'd never hated her, never so much as disliked her, and though she felt silly for having assumed it, it was such a weight of her mind that she just didn't care.

Through half lidded eyes she watched him trace the edge of her emblem with his fingers, and she lifted her head to peer up at him through a veil of dark bangs, full lips curling into a peaceful smile.

Then he did something unexpected, and the ghoul nearly jumped, startled, buy the simple act of him curling a hand around her waist in a single armed hug. It made her still against him, scared to move for fear he'd retreat away from her, 'least til he murmured a 'thanks' beside her ear. It made her grin, but she hide it by laying her brow back against his shoulder. The softest of chuckles raising up from her seconds later. "You're very welcome."

Finally she let her hand slip away from his face, lowering it to rest lightly against his arm. It wouldn't last, she knew it wouldn't, but for the moment she was content to enjoy this closeness with someone who rarely allowed it. She had to wonder why he put up with her. Her clinging, her completely shameless behavior, all of it. The question was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't ask it. Not now.

When the fidgeting started she she suppressed a quiet chuckle and loosened her grip on him, preparing for him to pull away. She knew it was coming, it really was only a matter of time before the touchy feeliness got to be too much. When he stood she returned her hands to her lap, scooping up the emblem she'd been balancing on her thigh, and squeezed it into her palm with a happy smile.

His comment caught her a little off guard though, and she blinked up at him, chin tilting. "Never? But sure Holly of Levi.." She had assumed both the other ghouls would have had it by now considering how close they all seemed. Apparently she'd been wrong. It made her glance down at the little circle in her hand again, a little in awe. She was the first to have it, of anyone. "Wow." Another stellar response of epic proportions, but again, she was shocked and extremely touched. She'd known they were friends, known he cared, but she never would have imagined this.

"I won't tell," she assured him after a moment, looking up again with eyes gone a little misty. She wasn't going to cry again, but damn was she close. She didn't bother telling him how much all of it meant to her, it had to be rather obvious by the look on her face. "You're the second the for me." The first should be obvious, but it should still mean something that none but those two had her emblem.

The change of topic was both expected and surprising, but she took it in stride. "No, not yet." And she wouldn't be any time soon, either. She wasn't avoiding home, she had no reason to, she just had somewhere else to go. She took the hint when it was presented, and rose to her feet, moving casually towards the door, but paused when she neared him. "Thanks again." A kiss was pressed to the top of his head between his horns, fingers sliding through the brightness of his hair as she continued towards the door. "And yes, probably. I'll leave you to it."

She stopped with her hand on the knob, glancing back at him over her shoulder as if waiting to see if he had anything else to add before she left him alone.