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Generally speaking, homework wasn't something Seiji looked forward to, but considering the assignment and who he'd been paired with, this time around he didn't really mind. Lattice was the ghoul's name, a fellow ghost, but not one Seiji had actually met yet. He'd seen her in class though, and those needles in her arms had him a little intrigued. His left hand blacked and clawed, he knew what it was like to have to be careful with nearly everything you did.

Grabbing his phone, he tucked it along with a pen and small pad of paper into his back pocket, then grabbed his jar of trembling dust bunnies before heading for his door. Closing and locking it behind before heading down the hall towards the common room where they'd agreed to meet up.

She was already there, and Seiji offered the ghoul a smile as he approached. "Hey, didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?" Was he late, or was she just early? He hadn't looked at the clock before he left, but he coulda sworn he'd left himself enough to time to get down here.

"Oh good, thought for a moment I'd lost track of time." He took a seat across from her and sat his jar on the table between them, then glanced over to her own trio of dust bunnies. They weren't moving, and honestly didn't look like they were just playing dead. It had dark brows raising curiously as he tapped the side of the jar softly. "You're sure?" His own bunnies, having spotted the lifeless ones across the table from them, began to panic. Squealing and darting around the jar in a desperate bid to escape.

"Er.. Mine seem to be afraid of me." He wasn't sure why. Sure, he hadn't been the most reassuring as he'd grabbed them and crammed them into the jar, but it wasn't as though he'd threatened them. ...Not that he could remember anyways.

He turned then to glance at everything she'd set up and what remained in the basket near her feet. "Wow, I fill a little under prepared." He pulled his own pencil and small pad from his back pocket and sat it on the table in front of him, then turned his curious gaze back to the ink in the basket. "Not to pry or anything, but what's the ink for?"

"Good question," he admitted after a moment, staring back at the three motionless dust bunnies in the jar. He wasn't entirely sure what happened to a minipet when they died, having never had one of his own croak. This far. He'd say his old zombie jox Dirge was on the brink, but he was a zombi. Frankly he wasn't sure if it was possible for the poor old thing to die. "I thought I heard that, somewhere, but I'm not entirely sure."

The squealing bunnies in his own jar were given a flat look before he rolled his eyes. "Maybe, but I wasn't rough with them. I think I just got lucky enough to get the the three most skittish ones in the classroom." Prodded a human finger against the side of the glass and one of the little gray critters gave a startled scream and fell over, twitching. "Melodramatic little.."

Talk of the ink was a very interesting distraction, and he looked back across the table at the ghoul. "You see ink?" Dark eyes dropped to her arms and the needles that were sticking through her skin. That sounded familiar, but right that moment he couldn't place why. He had heard of something though. "That's pretty cool. Ya if it'll help you see them, then sure we can dose them in ink. I don't see how it'd hurt it them way or the other." It was just ink, right?

A smirk slid along his lips at her tone of voice. Dark eyes narrowing gently at the three frantic dust bunnies cowering in his jar. Oh yes, they should be do some very extensive research on the little pests. He did look up though as she mentioned the ease at which their teacher had sent any remaining bunnies back under the bed, snorting in agreement. "Yes well, you'll learn soon enough that the faculty seems to take great pleasure in our.. " He paused, milling over an appropriate word. "Not really embarrassment, per say. Sort of how a kid will spill juice on a bunch of ants then watch them go crazy. " He waved his clawed hand around as he tried to explain.

His head tilted minutely to the side as she explained in a little more detail about the ink, and it finally dawned on him why it seemed to familiar to him. "You're an engraver, aren't you?" All the pieces seemed to fit. Granted, he could be wrong. "あなたは日本語を話せますか？" He was really going out on a limb here asking her this is Japanese, but it'd be neat if He and the others had another friend they could speak to in their native tongue.

As far as experiments went he had an idea. "We could always test that disappearing theory you mentioned." He narrowed his eyes back down towards the jars on the table. How come they couldn't have captured nice, well behaving little test subjects.

The jikininki drummed human fingers along the table top, broad shoulders shrugging gently, although she might not have seen it. "Sort of. my adoptive parents are a pair of old haunts, and they have a lot of books on other ghosts. When I was bored I'd read them. You guys are mentioned in there briefly." He shrugged again, but smiled. "After we finish our homework, Do you think you'd be interested in meeting a few people? I bet you'd get on well with them."

Appealing as it might have been to drag the other ghoul along to meet some of his other friends, they had some research to do first. He'd asked, and they could worry about it later. For now, bunnies. "Oh, good point.. Then again, she did say research.." In truth he'd only really been half serious about offing one of the little pests. They were annoying and melodramatic, but did they really deserve death? Hnnng

He leaned forward as she poured the vial of ink into her own draw, snickering softly as the little beasts inside 'came alive'. "Little fakers."

Well jack, with murder out of the question, what should they do with the little pests? "We could maybe pull them out of the jars and see how they get along with each other? Assuming we don't end up losing them, of course."

Red on black eyes flicked back up to the engraver at her response to his invitation, and her sat up a little straighter. "Oh no, I didn't mean directly after. More like.." He paused, frowning gently. "Now we've met, so making plans in the future isn't such a big deal?" He hoped he hadn't made her uncomfortable with his offer, that was the last thing he'd been going for. He just remembered being that new, and not really knowing anyone. He'd been lucky in making friends with Bul so quickly, and he and Junko had sort of been dating even before he'd gotten off the train to Amity. He'd managed to skip that awkward "newness" phase.

He left it alone for now and returned his attention to their homework. Watching as Lattice she reached into the jar for the dust bunnies, only to jerk it out again as they tried to n** her. "Cranky little buggers," he mused allowed, leaning forward once again. The basket was a good idea, though one ambitious little ink stained bunny made an ambitious leap for freedom. A flick from one dark claw knocked it back within the weaved prison. "So they impaled themselves on your needles?"

His own trio if subjects were far less aggressive as he reached in to scoop them up. They retained their cowardly state though as they were dropped within the basket, shying away from the darker lot to huddle against the side. One though seemed a little braver then it's fellows, and after a moment of nervous watching it seemed to venture forward cautiously. Curiosity winning out over fear. "Here we go, I wonder what they'll do."

The jikininki seemed to perk a bit as they managed to reach a happy agreement about future plans, and he offered her a grin he wasn't sure she could see. "I look forward to it." She seemed like an incredibly sweet ghoul, and he knew Junko and the others would like her.

Back on the topic of bunnies, dark brows crept upward Lattice's bunnies' attempt at ritual suicide. "Strange little buggers," he offered thoughtfully, frowning at the 6 in the basket. "Not a whole lot they do makes any sense." Minis never acted that way, least none he'd come in contact with.

The curious little dust bunnie that had crept forward was currently rethinking such bold actions as one of the darker approached. It made a questioning little squeak of a sound, dusty little ears drooping down around the round sides of it's body.