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Somebody liked cake. He could hear it from all the way across the campus, and it was only getting closer. Or, more accurately, he was getting closer to /it/. There wasn't much he could do about it, he had to walk this way to get back to the dorms. But he tried his very best to ignore her, all the way until he got to the tree she was resting on. Here, she was at her apex, and here, his face winced in dismay.

He'd be able to hear her from the dorms, at this rate. He had to do something.

So he walked right past her without stopping, and headed to the lake.

Around ten minutes later, Gabby returned, glistening from what little moisture managed to cling to his body. He walked up to the ghoul, who.. somehow.. was still talking about cake.. and lifted his prize up above her head.

Then he dropped it.

The fish flopped dead on top of her cake, splattering it everywhere.

That waaaas most definitely not the reaction he'd expected. He was sure that dropping a fish on a ghoul's cake would warrent some crying, or running away, or maybe a little of both. This one looked up at him as if he was her hero, and he felt a little taken back by that disarming stare. Those were very big eyes she had. Big enough to eat him with.

"Uhm." Good starter, Gabby. "Yeah. I.. guess I am." How did dropping a fish on her make him amazing, again? He guessed he had underestimated just how much the ghoul liked fish. "So. You enjoy that. I'm going to go." He pointed his thumb back behind him, stared at her for another awkward second, and then turned to walk away.

Hopefully, without cake, she would stop singing the cake song.. his only true goal.

Gabriel stopped in his tracks when he heard her calling after him, and his eyes rolled just slightly as he started to regret what he'd done. She moved around to stand in front of him, holding the fish out. He took a look at the cake covered carcass, and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't really like raw food, I was just bringing it to you. You eat it." His lips quirked to one side in hesitance, before he very carefully reached his hand out and.. patted her awkwardly on the head.

"...Okay. Bye."

And then he kept walking.

We. There was that we word again. Gabby drooped his head slightly, the finality of his mistake hitting home in her insistence. He kept walking, and hoped something else - another student, a butterfly, a flicker of light - would catch her attention and send her on her way.

"I am a white dragon." He corrected quickly, a sharpness to his voice. "Which is a frost inclined, but not ice dragon. There is a distinction, it's very important to us dragons." He did, however, like the topic of cold. "Where do you come from, that has so much snow? Not this place, I'll say." He muttered this last with disappointment, kicking at the dirt. "It's only snowed once since I've gotten here, and it's the middle of winter. What's wrong with this place?"

Selkie. He had no idea what that was. And he didn't ask - he knew the question would just start off a whole new round of words flying out of her mouth at the speed of ridiculous. Neither did he know who Marzie was, and neither did he ask. In fact, he was getting very good at being a listener, and just letting her go off until she had nothing more to say. It was a technique he thought he'd be learning to perfect as time went on with Sibyl.

"No water.." He cringed, finally forced to say something by the absolute horror of the idea. "How would anyone live?" A shudder went through him. He took in her name, and his cold blue eyes flickered down at her for a moment, blinking. "I'm Gabriel."

He stopped, reached out and put his hands on her shoulders, and moved her to his other side. It was the side of him that felt less corporeal - his right side. Then he continued walking as if he hadn't done something strange.

Gabby couldn't feel the touch of her hand sifting through the wisps that came off of his body. When he turned to see what she was talking about, she batted her hand away. "I'm a ghost." He informed her, his voice sounding like he'd meant to add 'duhhhhh' after that sentence. "It's a ghostly.. thing. Haven't you ever seen a ghost before?"

In fact, Gabby had only ever seen one ghost before. And he had the exact same phenomenon, on his left side. He just assumed all ghosts were wispy on one side.

"I can't focus hard enough to keep that part of me solid. I guess they teach you that kind of stuff here, right? So that when I graduate, it'll be gone?"

There was something.. strange, about the way she said dragon ghost. It was strange, not because of the way it sounded, but because it made him sound strange. As if he was.. somehow.. proud of the fact he was a dragon ghost. As if, just by being who he was, this little ghoul saw something in him that was amazing.

Sibyl made him feel funny. He didn't like it.

His arm, past the wispy parts, was perfect solid - and when she pressed her hand against it, he batted her away. "I can't make any shapes with it, because I can't control it. That's the problem, you know? If I could control it.. it wouldn't be wispy. It would just be normal arm." Maybe another duh sounding moment happened, there. "It just kind of.. I don't know. Floats there. If you've seen lots of ghosts, do you have any idea if this stuff goes away, once you're here a while?"