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Somewhere in the basement of the Undead Dorms, a certain Patchwork was wide awake, laying on her cold cement floor and merely staring up at the darkness that was her ceiling. The grounds were quiet, her room was silent and empty save for herself; and it was deafening. She was finding she hated to be alone; she had been okay with it the first few days, but only because her body wouldn't move to allow her to try to change it. The first night she could move since was spent in another's bed; a happy little accident that calmed her frazzled nerves. So far, tonight was the first night where she was completely alone, but able to move.

But what should she do? Ask someone to let her stay with them? She couldn't! It was late! Besides, who could she ask? Lizzy was probably busy with Mac, Roch was...well, he humored her already, she couldn't ask him twice; as she went through the list of her friends in her mind, each name acquired a reason why she shouldn't go to them. They might not be home, they might be in the demon dorms, so on and so forth.

No, she would just stay here tonight, just close her eyes and pretend it was all--

Hey wait, how did she end up in front of Christof's door? Didn't she decide she wasn't going to...? ...Oh, well, since she was here! The ghoul looked up and down the quiet and bare hallway, hugging herself like a child unsure of whether or not to both her parents, dressed in the fashionably tattered burnt orange nightgown Lizzy had at one point made for her and fidget-curling her toes behind her.

"...C-christof...? Are you awake?" She whispered at the door, accompanying it with a little knock.

Before she realized she could hear sturring on the other side of the door, she was considering her options. She could knock again, but it was late and he was probably as stiff as she was; she should probably go home. Probably. While she was deciding the door opened, and after glancing over and seeing a (mostly) friendly face, she could think of nothing but relief.

"S-sorry to, um, bother you, but---" He...He couldn't turn her away now, could he? He opened the door for her! Just to be safe she quietly shuffled in to his room or at least just past the door frame, her arms still wrapped firmly around herself as though cold. "Can...can I sleep with you? Um...j-just this once...?" I don't want to be alone, she added mentally, not completely aware she had kept it to herself. In the meantime she stared right at him, not looking away for a moment, looking as puppy dog pleading as someone with half a face could.

Amrita watched in awe as he rushed around to clean his room. Not entirely because it was messy, but mostly because of all the things he had. It was always a surprise to come over, since aside from her tanks and books her room was mostly bare; there was lots of stuff to look at here! But while he rushed to clean, her attention fell on Scruff, and after feeling bad that he was shoved aside while trying to sleep, she knelt (her knee hitting the ground with an completely ungraceful thump) and held her hand out to him, the other still locked against her torso in a splint. If the, err, special Scareon would come over to her, she'd be sure to give him lots of pets and chin scritches.

"Bad...? Oh." She caught sight of his signing, pausing in her Scruff-petting to answer. The ghoul sounded just as meek as he was signing. "Um...S-sort of, I just...didn't want to be alone." Looking away shyly, she bit down on her bottom lip for a moment. "A-and you were the, um, first person I thought of." Scruff received a one arm hug before she attempted to get back to her feet. "It...is okay, right?" He hadn't really answered her, though the whole cleaning his room was somewhat of an indication she could at least stay for a little

For the time Amrita was on her knees, she happily rubbed the exposed stomach, being mindful of any stitches her hand might come across. Whosa good boil? Scruff is! Yesheisyesheis! She managed to murmur under her breath, recalling the way someone else had spoken to their pets.

The shrug was noticed, the fact he was sitting on the edge of his bed didn't get past her, right. The only thing that escaped her, likely from the fact she was too busy feeling the same, was the nervousness. It wasn't only because she didn't want to intrude or she didn't want nightmares; it was because, thanks to Lizzy, she didn't know what to say now that she had made it in to his room. She knew what a kiss meant now, or at least what it should mean, and she naturally had questions. Lots of questions.

"Ah, so, um, Chris..." Getting the courage to ask was the hard part. Courage she didn't think she had at the moment; the trip took all of it, it seemed. Instead she dropped her head to look at the minipet, and tried her best to pick the fat, slobbery little thing up with one arm.

"Ah...Scruff looks different...?" A lame change in a topic that was never brought up, but it seemed to fit okay. She didn't stand again until She had Scruff against her chest, and when she did she only moved as far as his bed, taking a seat next to him. "Did...you do it?" If he could build a body for her, he could alter Scruff! Err, right...?

Amrita was cuddling Scruff against her chest when she initially sat down, but as Christof motioned she let the creature slid down on to her lap instead, carefully shoving him closer to the hunchback, though still mostly keeping him on her.

"I see~" She mused after staring at his hands, scratching the Scareon's back between a patch of stitches. "He's still so horribly cute!" Such an adorable, slobbery thing! "Y-You did a very good job." It was easy to give Christof compliments, because as far as she was concerned he almost always did good; there was a few times where it was questionable, but on the whole? Always good.

Scruff received her undivided attention for a few moments after that, her hand moving to robotically pet the mini, but her expression almost vacant as she pondered things. She had a question to ask him, an apparently very important one, but part of her was afraid to ask it, because she didn't know how to handle it. She'd never done this before! Should she get it over with now, or should she wait until she had more information? It was a rather, uh, indepth subject; would there even be books on it?

"Mmm...Hey, can I, um, ask a question?" There was a slight pause as she glanced out the window just behind them. OH RIGHT. It was night time. Everyone should be sleeping, uhhh--- "B-but!" She stammered out, lifting her hand off of Scruff to wave it back and forth a little. "I-it's okay if you'd, um, r-rather not right...right now! It's late and...sleeping." Whoops, she didn't mean to keep him up later than he needed to be!

He wasn't getting up to move or anything. Maybe he decided that questions were oka---oh, a nod. Yes, that was a good indication that it was okay. Alright, um, now, how to ask? She couldn't exactly back out now, after all that would be rude! Um, okay. It was really just words, Amrita. You aren't good with them, but at least you can say them?

"Well..." Her hand reached back, drawing the majority of her hair over her shoulder, but just holding it against the side of her neck as something to fidget with if she had to. "I...was talking to Lizzy, and, um...in...in the tent, when you kissed me...was that an accident? Or...or was it on purpose?" She was looking up at him now, staring quietly to just watch and wait for his answer.

"I don't...think so?" In fact, she was pretty sure the ghoul was more upset with her than she was with Christof. But then again, Lizzy could be hard to figure out sometimes, especially when the subject was something that she (meaning Amrita) didn't understand. The more she watched him and the longer she needed to wait for his answer, she started to realize that something felt...off. Really off. Her stomach was hurting again, but for now it wasn't anything more than a dull, but somehow oddly pleasant throb; ready to be full blown bats if she wasn't paying attention. She never really had intact internal organs before and stomach-area pains weren't something she often (if ever) experienced, so she wasn't entirely sure where the feeling was coming from; if it was her, or her body. The hand on her neck trailing down to join the other one in awkwardly hugging her strangely twisting stomach.

But at least it wasn't her chest, or she would have been a lot more alarmed than she already was...or at least opened up the field for a whole new slew of questions.

When he finally started signing, Amrita stared at his hands eagerly, wanting to know if it was an accident or not. Even then, everything seemed to flip flop; He was tired? Okay, it was an accident. Well, alright. Oh wait, he was fond of...of what? Err, okay, so maybe it wasn't an accident? Her mysterious stomach illness took another stab at her. But...he was happy to see her okay? Meaning...Lizzy could have been wrong?

"S-so...it was on purpose, but...it was just because you were happy that I was okay?" She had to make sure, there was that whole fond-of in the middle that didn't quite make sense to her. His last shyly signed phrase made her smile sheepishly; it was her turn to blush, the patches of what remained of her face going darker than they already were.

"Y-you...you didn't." She assured him, biting the inside of her cheek and quickly looking down at her lap. "It was...nice." It was nice to know that he was worried about her. Aside from the stomach bats, she added mentally; it would be nice if they stopped now, too. She was happy that he cared for her enough to express it, really. Even if what he said went against everything Lizzy tried to tell her earlier in the day.