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Only Roch would want to have a chat in such a shady part of town. To say that the boil wanted to talk was an understatement, there was at going to be a few punches thrown. Damien never really explored the area of town that had all the clubs and daytime activities like kareoke and barhopping, there was far too much focus on the nearby instrument store and all its shiny wonders.

But it was near that store and he did need to pick up some new skins for the drum. That was all it took for the demon dog to get out of his dorm and run his errand and check up on Rock along the way.

Demi was at least glad that the boil managed to stand out well in the bright light as he turned the corner with his small bag of metal and drumsticks in tow. it really was a fairly seedy place, that spoke of danger in every crevice, and the owls that stared with wide eyed wonder at the new arrival just made the scene even more unsettling.

"Yo."

There wasn't much to say as the hound shuffled up to the owl filled tree and the trashcan that Mot was cradling with care, more for support than anything else. "A little of column A and a little of column B." he said with an air of indifference. "And it wouldn't be to death, just enough to leave a nice bloody mess, but still breathing, It would be a great riot if you turned into a ghost though." he said with a note of sarcasm as he shot out an arm to grab onto Roch's shoulder roughly.

Damien would have loved nothing more than to let Roch know how he really felt about the whole situation, and from the sudden feeling of vertigo in his head, so did the other personalities.

But that wasn't going to happen.

All the irate hellhound did was brace the wobbly hunter onto his own shoulder, propping him up and letting some of his weight fall on the hound to carry. "Yeah, well your new home is with us in Amity, hopefully you won't get sick of us yet." he grunted out quietly before taking a few steps with the boil in tow.

It was just one step after another, a slow but steady trek back. The hound couldn't deny that he also felt like the mindflayer was right about the trouble looming ahead. He wobbled alongside of the young reaper, his ear swiveled around at any strange noise nearby. "I don't think there are any earplugs in my size boil." Damien stated dryly.

"You just have to practice, preferably in a soundproof room." he mused quietly as they hobbled on down the road, the other boil's legs knocking the trash aside to he could take solid steps. The idea of just carrying Roch in his natural form did cross his mind, but somehow he doubted that the reaper would comply.
"You don't have to worry about my retaliation, I don't kick a dog when he's down." he stated quietly before shifting the extra FEAR weight more onto his shoulders.

Demi just shrugged as best as he could with the new load on his shoulders as they continued the trek back to the campus grounds, that seemed farther away than ever. "I'm so honored." he bit out with an eyeroll to match and gave the guitarist a light poke at the ribs. "Why not practice in the club room? stay on campus where there's not too much of a threat?" forgetting about the fact the he himself wanted to give the purple haired reaper a solid kick when they found each other.

He wasn't sure what to say about Roch's rant, it didn't really add up in his mind what the boil was talking about, but there was no doubt that he needed to just let it out. The steady pace they had was brought to a crawl until he stuck his feet in place under one of streetlights, casting a heavy yellow glow over the both of them. "Hey Roch, is something troubling you?" he asked straightforward, beating around the bush really didn't seem necessary around the straightforward guy he called a friend not to long ago.

Damien couldn't help but return back the same odd expression to Roch. It really wasn't what he expected to hear, if only it was more on the lines of breaking a guitar string.
"Thats, well- That's a lot to think about." he said in a deadpan voice, lifting Roch's hand from his body so the boil could stand on his own feet. "It sounds like before you take on problems with other creatures, you gotta take on the ones inside yourself first." he replied back quietly. If that wasn't the pot calling the kettle black.

But before he could begin the arduous process of scolding himself, Damien went back to Roch and his dilemmas. "Why don't you like yourself?"

"I don't see what the big problem was." Damien somehow found himself saying. Why the hell he said that, he wasn't even sure. "We play the cards we're given, right?" he said with a sage nod. "Yeah I'm not going to sugar coat it, it was ingenious and it hurt at the time. By the way, you're still getting punched for that later." he said with a careful glare.

"Xiu will choose who's right for her, and I'll just have to accept it if its not me." he tried to say in his best big boil voice that he could. He had to stop himself from scoffing at the "most important part" that Roch revealed. "What's Rochester?" he asked incredulously before patting an arm on Roch's shoulder. "Simple, its you, its everything that you plan to become, you want it to sound cool, YOU do what you can to make it that way." he said with his carefree smirk that was clearly his own.

Before using using his free hand to give the boil a proper punch to the cheek. "Now enough with this mushy mushy bonding boilmance." he said irritably, shaking out his arm and the feeling of the reapers jawbone from his flesh.

"Man I should just stick to kicking."

"If your jaw was made of glass, i'd be covered with shards, the vengeance of the Roch ." Damien replied back, wincing at the first aid that Roch was doing such a good job with. "You got all your teeth still? smile pretty now boil." he said before a dark chuckle and would up for another punch to his nose.


And only gave it the lightest of taps with the back of his hand. "Bad dog. You in no shape to fight and as far as I can see it, we're even." he replied back with a shrug and put the boil in a headlock once the guitar vanished into the cool air. "and I only howl at the moon, nothing else." he stated like it was a fact that would stand to the end of time before picking Roch up and carried the guitarist on his back with a light "oof!"

"Ready to head to our home bud?" he asked warily, craning his neck to see the if the boil was comfortable, or if he was ready to throw up in his hair.

Dear Jack he really hoped it was the former and not the latter.