Lucien had woken up in the worst mood he'd ever been in but he'd woken up. It took him several minutes, his hands constantly rubbing against his body in an attempt to verify that he was indeed himself again. He was no longer a weapon, his form was no longer in that ghastly shape. It had been a dream... it had been a dream! It was a dream right? Well, it must have been. He had woken up in his bed after all. Either way, the fact he was him again was a huge wave of relief that his mood elevated quite quickly. He... he had to go see Israfel!
It was quick. Never in his life was the boil so happy about waking up before that he practically rolled out of his cloud with such excitement that he forgot to stop when he hit the ground, and boil did he ever hit the ground. There was a prompt yelp from the boil but he didn't let that stop him, quickly rising back to his feet, keeping them off the ground for what felt like the first time in ages. Oh, that was so nice.
His room didn't feel as empty as it was as his happiness began to fill the void room and arose even the sleepiest of his mini pets. He waved to them, goofy grin on his face as he swung open his dorm room door and quite literally flew out of it. He didn't care about such trivial things as stopping to close the the door as he raced down the hall of the ghost dormitory. Oh, he was so happy! He was alive! He was alive! He couldn't wait to hug Israfel that when he ran by a nearby ghost he latched onto them so much joy they might have mistaken their location as Christmas.
