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Sheridan may not have been coping quite so well. While he had at last been able to believe he truly was alive, it had taken him many sleepless nights fearing he would reawaken to the nitemare to reach that point. He remained moody and on edge, spending as little time as possible indoors, and while there were times he wished to be alone, he was far more often found clinging to his friends as if haunted by a fear of losing them. And while this day was better than the first, the thought of skipping or even humming was not likely to enter his mind.

He was walking with no particular goal or location in mind, at least not one he was consciously aware of. His tail flicked with his steps, his arms crossed, his pace a melancholy amble.

Hmmm?

Looking up, he caught sight of a familiar figure. Was that Circe? He hadn't seen much of her recently, still he was glad to see she was alright. Walking up to the ghoul, he paused to stand beside her.

"Hey."

It was a quiet, simple greeting, he really didn't know what else to say yet.

"I've...been better."

It was a brief but honest answer, one without going into too much detail. He didn't know how much he wanted to tell, or how much she wanted to hear. Thusfar he had spoken little about the incident except for with his teammates, and even then there were details he had not yet spoken of, maybe he never would.

"I did. You?"

There was a bristle in the fluff of his tail, as if a shudder had run through him at the memories of the events. Islands with fog, hunters, weapons that had once been halloweeners, haunted houses, trials worse than any nitemares, he had expected none of these things when he'd enrolled at Ammityville. What the hell kind of world were they in here?

"I..."

His voice broke, a very clear shudder rolling through him. He looked away, one hand grasping his opposite shoulder, shrinking back against himself. It had been horrific, he could still remember the unbearable pain, the feel of metal against his scales, the warmth of silver blood, the...no, NO! He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to remember, he wanted the memories gone from his mind. Why, why had this been done to them? Why were they forced to know such a terrible fate.

He shook his head. No, he didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to remember it, not now, not ever.

"Donuts...donuts sound good."

Yes, he could go for a sweet snack and a game, that sounded like a good idea.

Shaken though he was, he seemed to have recovered, the thoughts, for the moment, pushed from his mind. His posture relaxed, hands falling to his sides as he allowed himself to be led down the path that led into town. Town, that sounded like a nice idea, he could use a break away from the school.

"Donuts are good, I'm partial to spookies and cupcakes myself."

Or most sweet treats really, even if he usually had to fight his cat for them. He especially liked those of the chocolate variety.

"I suppose that depends on the dragon."

"Maybe."

Maybe. He did like spookies, and it might be nice to have some in his room for later. That was if his cat didn't find and steal them first before he could get any. So maybe that wasn't as good an idea as he had thought it was. Well...maybe he'd get some to take back anyway, even if his cat did eat them at least someone would enjoy them.

Oof.

What? Why would she think that he would--oh, she was teasing.

"What if I do?"

The comment was meant as playful, but with the half-hearted smiled and the flatness in his tone he may have failed completely. Uh, uh...that didn't come out right...

"Fish mostly, and birds."

The answer was spoken almost bluntly, as if hastily trying to cover his failed banter.

Oh, did she think he had been serious? Uh, well, err...sigh, he really was failing at this wasn't he. He had wanted to play along, he was really just teasing, really, but he guessed his heart just wasn't in it. Maybe another time he would have commented on reapers being far too chewy, but he just didn't have it in him today.

It was an awkward moment, his tail twitching nervously as he fumbled to find the words to assure her than he hadn't been serious. But despite his failure she had realized it on her own and he was spared any attempts at further explanation. Still, it was a very apologetic (and perhaps a bit pitiful) look he was giving her right then.

"Really? I guess it can be hard to get past the feathers."

Well, he often ate them feathers and all, but he supposed not everyone liked that.

...small talk + Sheridan = fail.

He was quiet as he followed her through the maul, his eyes wandering as they walked past various shops and displays. Odd, he didn't think it'd been that long since he'd been to the maul, and yet it felt like a lifetime ago, maybe it had been.

Entering the food court, he caught various scents, reminding him for perhaps the first time in several days that food was delicious. Ah, a bakery, it most certainly smelled nice in here.

He was still looking at the various baked goods through the case as Circe made her order, debating just what he wanted and how many. How long had he been staring into the case? Probably too long, standing upright again as he was suddenly aware that anyone behind him was probably growing impatient.

"I'll have two chocolate spookies please, and a cup of black tea."

He pointed to the spookies he meant, the double chocolate ones with the big chunks of chocolate. Spookies and chocolate, two of his favorite things.