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Roch had a new little ghoul following him around. You could see it whenever you walked out on the campus--especially lately. He and the blonde ghoul had been going off campus to do something every evening, and coming back right about sundown, the ghoul looking a bit roughed up.

Right then Roch stopped, reaching up and patting the ghoul on the head. She looked the most roughed up this time, her pants torn, her hair a mess. But she was grinning as he ran off, heading for the monster dorms.

The ghoul stopped and headed for a bench, digging through her things to pull out a brush and fix her hair. After finishing her hair she turned, bringing one long leg up on the bench next to her to heal a shallow cut.

There were several little moments where Terra was positive that her common wasn't right, such as this one. Because if she was translating it right, he had just offered to take her clothes off--which didn't make any sense to the ghoul. So he probably had said something else, right?

But--oh! "You are un vampire?" she asked, her silver eyes widening. "You are, aren't you? Do you have fangs? Can I see them?" she asked. Well, maybe he meant she should change into something classier--because Vampires were classy, no? Did he carry clothing with him??

Women's clothing?

........ Terra tried to figure this one out, all the while expectantly waiting to see the fangs.

"WHY ARE WE YELLING??" Terra yelled back.

...... Terra stared at him. "I was thinking that it was a language barrier," she said. "But I see that you are truly that crass. I am very disappointed," she told him. "The vampire, he is to be smooth and classy! He does not go up to a ghoul and go 'let me take your clothes off' or 'let us have sex,' he is supposed to be the one that maidens dress in scanty underwear and stand on the balcony for!"

Yes, she'd been ignoring it, seriously hoping she was wrong. Now she was glowering at him, her arms crossed over her chest. She was SO DISAPPOINT, MANG, DISAPPOINT.

"Movies! There are many movies! They were my favorites!" she said, forgetting to stink eye him now. "I grow up in a town of undeads--skeletons, beautiful catrinas in flowing silk dresses and such style! We have a movie night once a week and they are so impressed by the classy vampires! But I suppose it is speciesist to assume that all vampires have class," she said, frowning.

Assuming GOOD things about a species could be considered speciesist, she thought. Who knew?

"I will not dress in skimpy underwear and stand on a balcony for you--even if I had one," she told him straight out. "You have no class."

"I will not do 'juicy things' with you. I will not feed you, either," she said, sticking her nose in the air. "I do not feed those that enjoy being crass and trying to do things with females that they do not know and do not care about--but I am hungry," she said, frowning. She stood. "I will go make dinner!" she decided. "It was not very nice meeting you senor vampire."

And she fully planned on leaving him behind by the way she started walking away.

"My cooking is very good, and you are the one full of himself, here!" she called over her shoulder, still walking away. "Do not even ask a ghoul's name before trying to do 'juicy things' with her--I am not quite sure what 'juicy things' are, but I know that it is a sign of being a true pendejo," she muttered to herself as she stormed away.

How had Roch put being bad and useless?

"Vampires suck!" she yelled again. Then frowned, because somehow that just didn't sound as impressive as when Roch had used it. Of course vampires sucked, it was how they fed, no? Oh well, she thought as she headed into the dorms, she would just avoid him from now on.