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King was lucky that Alex was even in his room, considering how much time he spent out of it. Normally he would be at the library, in class, or over at Yin's room for the night. It just so happened that he had gone to his own room today, however, to feed his minipets, and also get some fresh clothes and books to take back over to Yin's with him, whenever he decided to go back there for the evening, at least.

He was moving about his room, pulling things from his closet and shoving them into a backpack when the knock at the door came. His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but without a seconds thought or hesitation he dropped the backpack onto the floor and shuffled towards the door. Who would be coming to his room to visit? He could literally count the visitors he had had to his dorm room on one hand, with fingers to spare. His first thought was that it might be the demon ghoul, Michi, whom he had not seen since the last time she had stopped in for a visit, at least a couple of weeks before.

Turning the handle, he pulled the door open wide, a ready grin already on his face for whoever might be on the other side. The room beyond Alexander was an absolute disaster of dirty clothes and piles of garbage strewn across the floor, and the smell that wafted out was probably quite atrocious, considering his many undead minipets and the rotting sheepish carcass lying in a corner.

The white wolfos, King, was definitely not high on his list of expected visitors, but he was not an unwelcome sight, either. "King! How's it going?" He said, in his usual cheerful tone of voice. He had no idea at all why the boil might be stopping in. Perhaps he needed help with his homework or something.

Alex took the flyer away from King readily enough, holding it up and shaking it a little before he commenced reading. Undead Awareness Day? That...that actually existed?? Apparently growing up in a household full of zombies without ever actually getting out to see the rest of the world meant that Alex was lacking somewhat in the basic knowledge department. Basically, if he hadn't yet read about it in a book, he didn't know it could be real.

King appeared to be extending an invitation towards Alex to join him at the event that was advertised on the poster, and he looked up from the paper in his hands with smile spreading across his face once more. "Hey sure, why not? I hadn't really made any plans. Just enjoying a typical lazy day followed by a lazy afternoon." Alexander's whole existence practically revolved around seeing just how lazy he could possibly be. It seemed today was to be a lost cause on that front as he basically accepted the ghost boils invitation.

Stepping out into the hallway, he left his back pack lying on the floor and his messy room behind him as he shut the door with an audible click. He didn't bother with locking it. Generally nobody came poking around his room, and if anybody did, he had a couple of pets that were on the more vicious side that could probably easily take care of the intruder. He held the flyer back out towards King. "I guess we should get going then! Unless you have anything you need to do, first?"

Alex didn't nap, so to speak, but if he could he would probably find them to be the most ingenius invention in Halloween, and possibly take time to do it several times a day.

It struck Alex once more as King spoke just how much alike the white wolfos and Yin acted and spoke. It was...slightly offputting, but at least the zomboil was more then used to it. If he was being honest with himself, he hadn't even considered that this little adventure might cost them money, and he may have winced inwardly. The zomboil, unfortunatly, was flat broke, and was still searching for a job for the summer, so when King offered to pay, he gave a small nod, though he felt badly about it.

And then they were off. It took some time to get to the bus stop as Alex was just soooo incredibly slow. He hoped King was the patient type as he shuffled along at his usual less then speedy pace. Once on the bus, however, they were well on there way and Alexander found himself feeling quite jovial about the prospect of attending a festival that was directed mainly towards undead. That meant there would be other zombies, possibly even a horde of sorts! He missed his own horde and thought about them almost daily, so being around a group of others of his own kind might be nice.

When they arrived, it was all Alex could do to contain his excitement. His face was indeed split in two by a wide grin as his gaze took in everything there was to see. Oooo, look at all that food! His mouth was suddenly watering at the thought of all that delicious substanance he could be shoveling into his mouth.

"I've never been to a festival aimed towards appreciation of the undead, no." He said, though he wasn't sure if that's what King meant, exactly. "I have been to a lunar new year festival with some of my friends, and back at home the horde often gathers to celebrate birthdays, anniversary's, weddings, new additions to the family, and of course, Halloween." Those gatherings were always fun and full of good times. Ah how he missed them!

This small sized gathering appeared to be underway, and Alex was curious enough to throw himself in it's midst, first and foremost directing himself towards the nearest stall or cart offereing something to eat.

"How about you? Do you ever have anything like this where you come from?" He realized he really didn't know anything about King, other then the little bit mentioned during scarentines day. This could be a learning experience for both of them!

Alexander had no idea why they would want to give the area a 'dead' look. Probably just for ambiance, though he thought it was a little overkill. So what if they were undead? Didn't mean they wanted to surround themselves with dead things all the time. At least, Alexander didn't want to. He wanted to surround himself with un-dead things, aka other zombies. He tried not to give it too much thought, however. Over thinking things could be dangerous sometimes, as he had come to learn.

As he meandered towards the food stall, he listened to King's reply with rapt attention. He liked learning new things, after all. He nodded at the appropriate times, urging the ghost boil to continue even as he stopped in front of the place where the amazing smells were coming from.

Standing in front of the booth, breathing in all of the delicious scents, it was like some kind of paradise. It was all he could do to contain himself and not reach out to just grab things without asking. So many different and enticing smells, yet one stuck out more then any other. Of course, what would be an undead celebration without a heaping plate full of brains? Alexander pointed out what he wanted to King with a grin. "My favorite." He proclaimed, before asking the stall tender for a plate full of it. As he waited for his food, he turned and nodded towards the stage that was set up.

"Do you think they might have a band playing or something? Ohhhh, or maybe there will be a lecture!" Alexander sounded waaaaaaay to excited about that particular prospect.

Alex hadn't actually caught sight of the sign until he turned back towards King and looked towards what the other boil was looking, and had to smile. A good cause indeed. The zomboil had sometimes had to deal with being treated less then pleasantly just because of what he was, and it always managed to get him riled up.

Snagging up his plate full of brains and not hesitating for even a moment before greedily shoveling a gooey, gloppy handful into his mouth, Alexander began to follow King towards where the stage was set up. However, he wasn't even half way there before the white wolfos had returned with a brochure. "...Body care?" That was hopefully not a big long spiel about personal hygiene. Alex could really do without that, thank you, considering how much grief he already got about it from his mother, and now (though to a much lesser degree), Yin as well. Hopefully it was just about looking after bodies that were further gone with rot. Alex was actually quite lucky by zombie standards that he was only missing the flesh from his left leg up to the knee, and the rest of his body was only at very early onset stages of decay that his fear seemed to easily keep in check. The guest speaker talk sounded like it might be interesting, and while Alexander also knew very little about popular music, he did enjoy listening to it from time to time.

The safe pumpkin practice..thing..came at a bit of a surprise. "Oh?" He said, somewhat bemused. "I dunno, I guess..sometimes these things might happen? I'm certainly not looking to be..er...'breeding' anytime soon." He couldn't even imagine it. Pumpkins? Scarelings? He could barely look after himself! "It certainly doesn't hurt to be well informed." Unless of course, your name was Yin, then apparently it hurt a very great deal, since apparently he wasn't supposed to know about those types of things until his wings came in.

Oh well, too late now, Alex's mom had made sure of that.

Curious now, however, Alexander decided to ask another question, simply to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, before grabbing up another hand full of brains to shove into his mouth. "At what age would members of your tribe consider appropriate for breeding?"

Ugh, mold! Alex winced away at the word. His mom had instilled a healthy amount of terror into Alex in regards to FEAR infections. Really, she just wanted her first born son to be safe and healthy, and ensure that he used protection charms if things ever got to that point (hahahahaha never going to happen!). The thought of mold was almost enough to spoil his appetite.

Almost. He shoveled another handful into his mouth. Jack damn that was delicious!

He nodded at Kings answer. It certainly made sense, though it was a little sad that one might mate for power rather then for love. Still, understandable.

"I don't know about other zombies, really, but my parents are together because they love each other, as are all of my aunts and uncles. I don't think they care too much about having 'the best zombie' offspring." He grinned. "My mom just loves having kids, I think. I have four siblings, all from pumpkins, and I wouldn't put it past her to decide to have more someday. Some of my cousins are 'adopted', like my family has taken in a few strays that either popped into existence or died as a human only to end up a zombie in Halloween. We have a fairly sizable horde, because of it!" He concluded, obviously quite proud that he came from such a large family, even if they weren't exactly well known.

As he spoke, he moved around, looking for a place for the two of them to sit down. When he was finished he flopped into a chair, scooping up the last few bits of brains to consume. "I don't remember if I ever asked you this. What brought you to Amityville, anyways?"

Once he was finished with the brains, he bent over forwards to place the plate underneath his chair. He'd try to remember to pick it up and put it in a disposal bin when he got up to leave, but no promises could be made. "Most of the time the strays my family takes in feel lost and confused. They have no memories of their past lives, and it helps them a lot to be taken in by those who can answer any of their questions. I can't imagine what that might be like, to have no memory of where you are from or of the people who raised you..." He didn't really want to think about that, it was far too depressing. Not at all the type of mood he should be in while at a festival!

He listened to Kings explanation for why he had come to Amityville and nodded. It made a lot of sense and was actually something he could relate too. He had come to the school because he felt there was just so much more to be learnt then what he could do at home.

"Ah, no, don't worry, I don't mind you asking. My rot is fairly minimal, and my FEAR seems to keep me in pretty good shape so far. My head is stitched on to my body, and could probably fall off if somebody were to undo them..." He winced at the thought, and moved on to a much easier body part. "And my leg." He leaned forward and rapped against the bone part with his knuckles before continuing. "I can dismantle it, and it sometimes comes apart on it's own if it gets hit hard enough. My skin does seem to tear easily." He held out his arm to show some of the stitches that had been used to hold him together, though these smaller wounds were healed and he could probably remove them now. "But so far? No, besides my head and my leg, I've never just had a body part just...fall off."

And thank Jack for that.