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She'd never admit his win; further still, Levi would never admit to West's winning streak throughout the day. Had that machine done something to her insides? The ghoul did have that bubbly feeling in her gut that she often got around West, but it wasn't all that unpleasant anymore. It hadn't been unpleasant for a good while. The feeling of an almost sickening boil of her blood was proof that the demon was for her. The way he'd continued to challenge her all day and come up somewhat victorious made the tatzel happy inside, displayed outwardly by the way her tail constricted and released against his tail comparable to the squeezing of ones hand. That might has been happening too.

It was true for their last fight in the gym as well; West was a strong opponent that Levi always wanted to fight with. Was she upset by her own lack of competitive threat during their brief scarentines run and fights? No. Not really. It just meant she had more to strive for, right? Right.

In any case, a promise was made. It was a part of every fibre of FEAR in Levi's being to uphold her end in a trade or bet. If the tatzel said the winner of the race would get her spookies, that was exactly what West was going to get.

Just without her admitting verbally of his win.

Any kind ya'want. If I'don't already got'it, I'll make it. Deals a'deal.

Feeling very connected to her boil in almost every way she could think of, Levi led West through the main doors of the monster dorms, heading for the staircase. I got candy corn shortbreads, candy coated caramels, creepy crawlers, corn cream spookie sandwiches...

The ghoul's fingers threaded within his, allowing for her to maximize their touching capacity for this level of public view while she continued naming off various types of candy corn inclusive spookies. One foot after the other, Levi led West up, looking down at him with an adoring smile. Right now, she was just about ready to offer him more than spookies the way he kept looking at her with those eyes. When did they get so bright? Was he really looking forward to her spookies that much? The green was like that of a newly sprouting vine only drenched in poisonous mosses. They were beautiful.

Stop staring, ghoul.

Anythin' ya'want. I'got it, West.

Well, really, the tatzel ghoul only had a handful of types, but was adamant that if they weren't enough, she'd make something even better. Levi'd make sure her end of the promise was fulfilled completely; till the wrath demon couldn't take another bite and possibly had to sleep where he sat. He could stay there with her; that wouldn't be a problem at all.

West had just about melted the tatzel's crop-growing heart when he asked for anything containing candy corn; what she wouldn't have given for her family to have heard his say that. Heck, she herself was downright ready to pounce the boil for it. The wrath demon respected her kin, respected her as his equal and wanted to eat whatever she'd made- so long as it was with what she herself grew. Well Jackdang, boil. Was there a vent by her door or something? Stepping with her back facing the door, eyes still on West, Levi momentarily glanced at the walls surrounding them, almost certain heat was pouring onto her from somewhere. No, it only returned when Levi's eyes settled back on West. Back pressed to the door, the tatzel's hand grabbed hold of the knob and twisted. Anythin' with candy corn on'it? Apparently they'd both tuned into the same hormonal channel just then. Levi was nervous given her lack of insight in such cases, but he probably was too, right? From the things she read in magazines or saw on the skeeV, he was likely just the same despite his cocky replies. Equally the same. Maybe it would be cooler inside...

The room was just as always, minis either out and about or lazily napping in their urns. The spookies Levi spoke of indeed were inside a display sitting on the kitchen table with a small stack of plates and what looked like a self-made wooden napkin holder. Had she anticipated that they would come back together? Maybe.

The two tiered wooden stand was covered with a rather heavy looking glass dome that was bulbed at the top; perhaps this was to keep certain critters from getting inside and snacking while she was out. Detaching herself from West, Levi stepped over to the table, twirling on her heels to seat herself facing West, crossing her legs and gripping the bulb of the glass casing in her fingers to reveal the variety of spookies therein. There were about half a dozen of each kind but all of them contained Levi's prized crop in one way or another. They might not have looked like it, but the candy corn was bound to make its appearance in flavor if it didn't outright show itself visibly. C'mon now n' have 'em, boil. Settling the cover off to the side of the stand, Levi gave West a most methodical grin, beaconing him to sit, eat, and be there with her like family did. My mate, my love, my boil. Okay, now Levi had to remove her scarf. Folding the material in her lap before placing the linen square on the table, Levi coughed in correction and rested her chin in one hand propped up by her elbow on the wood surface. Her eyes fell on West and would stay there for a good while to watch him eat.

The white-eared ghoul had her suspicions about what West meant when he spoke of other things, but decidedly beat around the bush just to see what he'd do or say. Levi liked to see how far she could push the wrath demon out of his smart-mouthed place- and maybe pull him a little closer to her while she was at it. Oh yea? What sorta' better things? Not a word more would be spoken until she heard what he'd specify on this.

Kekeke~ Oh? So yer reckoning I ain't able ta'git it outta yew if I want? Sounds dang much like'a challenge ta'me, boil. Levi arose, leaning on both hands with palms flattening over the table top. Normally this sort of move wouldn't be possible unless one could levitate; or had a tail to stand on in the ghoul's case. I'm sure if'I tried hard'nuff, I'd have ya'spoutin' out every word yer thinkin'. Floating partially over the table, the tatzel's right hand reached out, seemingly ready to stroke at the wrath demon's chin or caress his cheek. Was she really going to try and get it out of him right now?

If her facial expression indicated anything, it was that she was certainly thinking of the unnamed things West would not speak of. The smile was sweet but thoughtful. Clearly Levi was working something out while trying to orchestrate her best acting attempt of a femme fatale working on her prey. It was one of her favorite skeeV characters; tricky and pretty quick to admit what they wanted. Tell me, what's on yer mind right now, boil? Hmm? The claw of her forefinger traced over West's left cheek, scraping just enough to perhaps feel a light burning sensation. Her voice progressed into an even and somewhat whispered tone. What'cha' thinkin'bout? The claw lightened when it got to his lips, lifting and scratching vertically down the center of them while the rest of her seemed to come in closer.

Closer... close enough so that maybe she was going to...

Levi neatly plucked the remaining bit of spookie from West's hand. In one swift motion, between thumb and finger from her other hand, she tossed it into her mouth while reverting back to her end of the table with a grin. M'sure ya'll'll tell me 'ventually. Mmm, these sure are good, huh? Tilting her head innocently to one side, the smirk on her face still spoke the lingering truth of everything she'd just done. The end of the tatzel's tail snaked up and settled at the corner of the table on the left side of Levi, as if watching West like a periscope.

The ghoul scanned over the stand then, picking up another spookie, an orange one with white icing and yellow sprinkles on top and directed it to her mouth. The crunch indicated that this was more like a shortbread cookie than a soft variety.

Now she was taking from the winner's prize herself. She felt she earned it.

Yea? The tatzel couldn't help but feel gratified by West's continuing denial to provide her with answers. It meant that he wanted her to persist; to continue to bout with him. Levi had not problems with keeping up the back and forth banter. It could be said that this was something she enjoyed doing with West most and could continue doing it for hours on end- if she didn't engage in physical retaliation at some point. Make me. 'cause I'm mighty sure I'could just have both. The end of her tail slithered further up onto the table, making its way over to West's arm, about to snake around it when-

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Levi's white ears stood straight in attention. Tail end stopping before it could brace the wrath demon, the limb froze in place before turning toward the door. Levi's wide eyes traced the underside of the door, looking to catch a glimpse of any shadows, but none were seen. However, the faint sound of scampering footsteps vibrated through her ears and the ghoul knew whatever was there was now gone. Somethin's at tha'door... Eyes darting back onto West, Levi clearly displayed that she had no idea what had just come to her door. Hold'on a'sec. Swiveling out of her seat, Levi scampered over to the door, opening it slowly to peek through to the other side.

Pulling the door open completely would confirm that there was no one else on the other side. However what tiny messenger had been there left behind a few notes. Picking them up and turning to face West, eyes looking over the bits of paper, the tatzel's tail flickered to close the door behind her. Levi slid the topmost note over, undoing the opening and taking a look inside. The note had a certain scent to it, but Levi couldn't place what. Her nose was no match for the likes of a certain canine she knew. In any case, Levi began to smile, clearly reading the note.

The tatzel looked at West, walking over without a word and leaned over him, placing a peck on his forehead, chuckling. Ya'like pushin' yer luck, eh boil? It was still in some form a thank you, the paper now possibly visible in Levi's hand. It was the gram West had filled out for her for scarentines.

There was something about that one word he used that echoed; questions arising as to why he'd used it. My princess? Did she want to be his princess? Levi bit her lower lip unsure of how exactly to answer this one. On the one hand, Levi knew she was no royal by any measure. Having played the role of a Queen and been named a princess at prom before, she felt nothing was more gratifying than just harvesting her crops and living the simple life. On the other hand, he was asking her to be his something. There was a bubbling in her gut serving as evidence that being referred to as his wasn't all that bad. So long as he was hers in return, the tatzel was pleased with this notion. However-

Well I dun been a Queen by now. Reckon I'll need somethin' a little more than a maul-goin'boil. Maybe a'servant, eh? Ya'll could tend ta'ma'bath n' dress me in tha'mornin's. Heck maybe I'll order fer yew ta'dress ta'match on 'ccasion. The tatzel ghoul winked then, unknowing of the mini that lurked just under her pillow.

From the warmth of her pillowcover, Sweets popped its head out and began sniffing at the air, intrigued by something that awoke it from its sleep. Chittering, the treat lazily flew towards the table and munched down on the piece of unfinished spookie Levi had left of the table to retrieve the mail. Sweets' eyes still blinked as if it were in a sleepy state, nose twitching to a new scent that the treat recognized. Levi was the first thing it saw, slowly recharging after eating the biscuit, but then caught onto the heated aura of the pink haired one.

"OuO"

The fluffy wings and tail went all a flutter as Sweets flew towards the comfortable looking nest of bright pink, landing and chittering, trying to nest warmly between West's two horns. It was a sharp contrast to the sweet candied smell of its master, which coupled with a sort of warmth that seemed to vent from the top of his head through the bright softness of hair.

Chittering and scrambling to stay in place, Sweets shrilled as it flew off of the demon's head involuntarily and fluttered off behind Levi's thigh. Kekeke, well looks like ya'got a friend. Aye now, Sweets. That how ya'greet'a guest? Yew know West. Peeking out, the treat gripped onto the tatzel's leg, still wavering its tail in excitement at the guest but in no way tempted to replay its adventurous actions as before. Sweets instead began sniffing the air as if something nearby was enticing. What? What'cha got- AYE!

The treat had caught onto West's scent on the card Levi held between her fingers. Snatching it up in its tiny paws, Sweets bolted towards her door, zooming through the corridor towards the stairwell. C'MERE YEW! She didn't really have to, but it was a spur of the moment reaction to chase after Sweets. Surely it would have returned home eventually when it was hungry or something, but Levi questioned whether or not the card from West would come back with it.

Indeed, Sweets liked to hide things it found and liked. If it couldn't nest in the soft pink fur, it could make a nest with this crumply thing that smelt like it! She's goin' outside! The tatzel bounded down the steps, echoing her information to the wrath demon that joined her.

Her eyes kept on the try-colored treat in the distance. That way! Pointing a claw in the direction for the wrath demon to make note of, Levi sprang after the treat. It was true that it had smaller wings, but the smaller they are, the faster they flew. Sweets rarely caused a ruckus for the tatzel, but in cases when she'd have to catch the treat, Levi found a bit of candy went a long way. 'Ere! Take this, boil. Retrieving a tiny pouch from in her shirt, the tatzel took a kernel of candy corn from it for herself and tossed the bag to West during their attempt to gain ground on the mini.

We're gonna try n' wrangle 'er It's true her family wasn't the one to take care of critters, but she'd done her fair share of herding to know how to lure and move things a certain way. I want ya'ta'git in front'a'em. Try n' keep tha'critter distracted! Levi reasoned that if West was the object of Sweet's excitement here, perhaps she could use that to their advantage. Should gimme 'nough time ta'grab'er, ya'hear?