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After meeting up with Holly shortly after the end of class, they'd made plans to meet in Herryk's dorm. He was currently feeling a little uneasy about having a girl in his dorm unsupervised and wasn't sure he'd been thinking straight when he offered his dorm up for a secure location so that they could do their homework together.

He'd bought spookies. Everyone liked spookies, right? Jove did, Sura did... spookies were good for making friends, and Herryk hoped that it eased them both into their homework.

After all, homework was serious business.

Assuring himself that his dorm was proper and clean, that his foxfires were secured in their little pen and that Snorri and the dragons were being well-behaved, Herryk waited on pins and needles for his homework-partner to arrive.

Well, that hadn't been the way he'd pictured that playing out. He'd planned on opening the door at her knock like any polite boil would before having her sit down on a rickety old chair he'd found in the hallway. He'd also planned on offering spookies and maybe some sort of drink, but when Holly had just ... come on in, Herryk was thrown off and feeling very, very nervous.

"Herryk welcomes Holly to his dorm," Herryk blurted, crossing his arms over his chest. Forgoing his loincloth for a pair of jack-o-lantern patterned pajama shorts that were way too small and way too tight for his physique, he'd figured that casual-wear would be better than prancing around in his loincloth. Problem was, they threatened to explode at the seams. He wasn't even quite sure how he'd stuffed himself in them.

Herryk cleared his throat nervously and awkwardly gestured towards the chair he'd acquired specifically for this moment.

"It is sturdy," he said in regards to the chair, waiting for her to seat herself before he took his place opposite her, "and safe for you to sit on."

Herryk turned in place and waddled uneasily over to where he had prepared a little plate with spookies artfully arranged on it. There were little skull spookies, little ghost spookies, little cat spookies. He'd picked them out himself. He'd even placed them on a little plate that he'd gone out of his way to find.

Picking up the plate daintily between two fingers, Herryk carried them towards the table that Holly was sitting at. His expression fell when she started talking about the homework -- he knew that it had to get done, but he'd also wanted the first time that someone had visited his dorm to be a little special.

Especially since the visitor was a ghoul.

"Herryk is not sure." He paused and set the spookie-filled plate down on the table before carefully making his way back to where he'd kept the little bunny in a jar. Once more he turned and made his way back to the table where Holly was seated. He gave the glass a hearty shake before setting it down on the table. For fear that his shorts rip into a million pieces, Herryk remained standing with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Herryk wonders if they like spookies? Does Holly like spookies?" He smiled tremulously. If she didn't like spookies... well, more for him, he supposed.

Herryk looked puzzled. He offered Holly a shrug before setting his jar down on the table next to the plate of spookies. This was feeling really awkward, and he wasn't the type to deal well with awkward situations. He had to idly wonder if all ghouls were like this one. She was very direct and to-the-point -- something that Herryk could appreciate, yes, just not when he was so anxious to make a good impression.

On a ghoul.

After giving it a moments thought, Herryk unscrewed the jar and threw a spookie in it before slapping his hand swiftly over the rim so the bunny couldn't get out. The seam of his pajama shorts gave a mournful creeeeeeeaaaakkkk as he bent at the waist and the sound made Herryk slowly ease back into a standing position, his hand still clamped over the lid of the jar.

Herryk watched the dustbunny carefully, blue eyes narrowed. He really hoped that it didn't move real fast, and from his experience in class he wasn't sure that they didn't. In fact, he was relatively certain that they moved fast when they wanted to, and Herryk wasn't quite sure that he liked the idea of a dustbunny tearing around his dorm.

"Make sure that it doesn't get loose," Herryk warned, slowly backing up. He would be ready to jump on the jackdamned thing if it got hungry for flesh -- yes, he was worried about the foxfires he kept penned up.

"Herryk would hate to fail this class because we lost the bunny." Herryk would also hate to smash a dustbunny into smithereens because it tore after his foxfires.

Herryk held the jar away from his body and glanced at the fat and flubby thing therein. Thick brows drew down in a frown as he gave the jar a little shake, the dustbunny almost sloshing around from side to side.

"These seem harmless," Herryk grunted before he upended the jar that he clutched, watching the dustbunny as it took an impressive dive to the floor. When it remained there motionless, Herryk reached forward with a foot and carefully nudged it.

That gentle nudge sent the dustbunny tumbling a few feet forward where it remained, tongue lolling out -- though if Herryk cared to look close enough he would see an unholy light in the red eyes of the dustbunny.

"They must be slow now because they are so fat," he said thoughtfully.

As soon as Holly's dust bunny took off for Herryk's foxfires, the dust bunny that he'd unceremoniously dumped to the floor took off after it. With surprising speed they roll-bounced towards the sacred pen of fluffy foxfires, and Herryk bellowed in distress. No, they couldn't get into his beloved foxfire pen.

"Herryk will kill them!" Teeth bared, Herryk barreled towards the loose dust bunnies with fists clenched and murder in his eyes. If Holly didn't stop either the dust bunnies or Herryk, it was pretty much obvious that Herryk would smash the dust bunnies into ...dust.

Herryk clutched the jar to his chest and gave a stilted nod to Holly. He wasn't going to take any chances with letting the Jackdamned dustbunny out of its jar. As far as he was concerned, he was done with the bunny and the assignment. It was obvious that these creatures were murderous and bloodthirsty, and the sooner that Herryk could write up his assessment and get the jar out of his dorm, the better.

"It was nice meeting you, Holly," Herryk grunted as the ghoul left. "Herryk hopes to see you soon." Or something. Whatever. This had been one of the most un-fun experiences at school to date. He hadn't even been here that long, either.

His poor foxfires.