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Shehk patted the patchwork on the shoulder.

"Giving a compliment for compliment's sake is nothing to apologize for. I think there are many ghouls who would enjoy getting a compliment that wants nothing else from it but to be given. Just be honest." she said, her own pointer about his attempts to 'pick up' a ghoul.

Unfortunately for Calder, Christof's attempts to steal Shehk away from Nukpana would be falling flat on their face; she was rather attached to the skinwalker even for all of his oddities.

"Pick up lines are also questionable. But good luck on making your friend feel better." She paused after a moment, pounding one fist into the open palm of her other hand. "Which reminds me! We still need to watch that movie together. Let me know when you're available for that, would you?" She tilted her head ever so slightly, her ears perking up.

Honestly, Shehk was quite aware that she wasn't exactly the most..uhh..curvy female at the school. In fact, she wasn't ashamed of it either. She..was.. Well. SHE JUST WASN'T BUSTY, OKAY? She'd deal with that some other time though. Then again, she probably was immune to such comparisons after so much time with Sin and FEARleading.

Which was delightful in and of itself.

"Well. I'm free most evenings. I have clubs most days. However, I think when you need a break you can just find my door and knock. I'll likely be in there. Or you can leave me a note on my door if I'm not. It shouldn't be too bad. I'll...try to make the place presentable."

There was a pause as she made a face.

"Unfortunately my instincts are 'leave important stuff in one corner, not important stuff in the other'...." being canine sort of sucked in that way. Forbid if there was a squirrel in the tree outside of her window during the movie...

she'd likely leap out the window to try and get it. Alas.

Christof continued his bashful look as Shehk described the state of organization of her room, twisting his notebook in his hands. Going into a ghoul's room... that wasn't Mistress's, that didn't count- that was strange and terrifying territory. But apparently it was on the agenda.

This was an improvement, right?

Right.

He was making progress, this was good. Already he was making more... friends.

Suddenly, though, an irritated voice made him flinch, glancing over his shoulder to the undead magestythat was Sarias over his hunch. His eyes widened, twitching from the stitches on either side of her lips down to the corset showing off those wonderful anatomical attributes-

Flinching, he reached to suddenly snatch the first note from Shehk with Calder's curly handwriting, eyes wide and face stiff and pale as he thrust it out towards the undead ghoul with a bit more fervor than he had meant.

"Do you have a needle? I saw you and my heart fell apart at the seams." it still read.

He practically huddled by the Pricolici as though she, in lue of the hiding kelpie, could offer some support in this bold gesture.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? He was doing well! TWO ghouls, now, gathered around him!

Well...she wasn't expecting that. Fear, instant grovelling for forgiveness, the usual. But a note? Plucking it from the patchworks hands she brought it up to her face allowing her eyes to devour the words, reading it with a relish. Her features now hidden behind the square wall of paper it was hard to distinguish was she felt, almost. Nothing could shield that grin from creeping out behind this paper mask. She let her arm come down slowly as if playing some seductive peekaboo game and gently extended her arm to hold the note out to the undead boil. The pricolici was ignored completely, all Sarias heard was yelping of some description, something uneducated and droll no doubt. She didn't have time for such frivolous conversations. But her gaze was stuck fast on Christof. Mouth twisting into a devious grin and eyes quickly following suit she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow and poured all the sweetness she had into words.

"My dear...i wouldn't expect anything less." She stated as she waved the note in front of him, the hint for him to take it from her was overwhelming. But he didn't get the chance. With one flick of the wrist she crushed the note between her talon like nails and flung it the floor.

"But i deserve so much more." She purred, threateningly. This boil had taken it upon himself to interact with her, to stop her errands, interrupted her day. The shop ghoul could wait now, she had a new play thing.

Shehk didn't really find it in herself to pick more of a fight with Sarias; it frankly wasn't worth the effort as far as she was concerned, just crossing her arms before looking to Christof, brows lifting just a touch. Was he asking her advice on the matter?

She certainly had none.

Well, she probably could have chimed 'Just stop while you're ahead'...but she held her tongue on the matter. Frankly she could just feel the rejection that would be coming and a little bit of tough love would do that her manners wouldn't allow her to do at that very moment.

Y'know..'cause picking a fight was immature, so saying something while Sarias was there would be...pointless.

The hunchback in question wobbled, a warbling, faint,but clearly pubescent sounding whine slowly escaping his stitched lips and throat as a hand clenched down on Shehk for support before his knees gave out. His bag of books suddenly clattered to the ground behind him.

Oh.... oh wow! So Calder's insane tips... DID work? Really? Hell's Bells-

Stars in his eyes, he let go of the poor, trapped Undead Were beside him. Yes... yes... she would be PERFECT! Absolutely perfect! And already undead, there wouldn't be too much of a problem if he... oooh and his poor strapped chair, now covered in laundry and discarded Lepus parts... but the young woman already had some stitches, perhaps she was part Patchwork? On her way? Hurm.

She would have her room in the Undead Dorms too, right?

Scribbling frantically now, his handwriting almost illegible, he produced a fresh note:

Christof
Phone: Currently Broken
patchworkigor@groanspring.arg

before thrusting it out to her, mismatched eyes alight, and corners of his stitched mouth twisting upward over the edge of his scarf in an idiot's grin.

He was well on his way to TWO dates now! Clearly, he was mastering this "Romance" thing.

And perhaps Amrita could use some of those fantastic parts... What goes around, comes around, as they say.

The missing kelpie had managed to move closer and closer and was now hiding behind a cutout display of a drooling troll ghoul showing off a sequin web-silk dress with funky-colored beetle bead necklaces. The words "Spooktacular Scareware Sale!" in repugnant vomit-yellow written over the top. Calder had been trying to get closer and closer to listen and monitor the igor's progress. So far, he had managed to pass the critical slap or no slap period that came right before handing a compliment. Once that hill was passed, he gleed as the pair continued their conversation and even seemed to be happy in each others' company.

That was till another ghoul came up and then Christof took his compliment from Shehk and handed it to the other ghoul. Calder smacked his forehead right then and there. He should have mentioned that the compliments were peronsalized for each person, but if you were going to use some standard lines, not to use the same on right in front of the person you just used it with. That was outright insulting!

Well, at least he could see Christof get slapped.

Taking his pieces of notebook paper he still had, he funneled it and leaned in, trying to listen. It was too bad the corset-strutting ghoul was whispering, nearly making Calder topple over from leaning in too much to hear what she was saying. Whatever it was, Christof was practically MELTING! Oh-ho! And they were still talking!!

"You little ghoul-hound, you." Calder whispered to himself, snickering to himself as he watched. "Boil, to have your charm. I don't know where the hell you found it, but boils would kill for it."

The hunchback wasn't quite sure he understood what the banshee was talking about, eyes flickering to Shehk, practically begging her not to leave as he was fondled and whispered and groped. Not... that being fondled and whispered to and groped was a bad thing, but she was confusing him all the same. Who had rejected who? What? He remembered to breath again as Sarais whisked away, promptly flinching at the sounds of screams and crashes just out of view.

Before Shehk could run off, he quickly wrote out:

Cred că fata este o nebunie. Dar ea are părţi bune, aş dori.

Offering it to her before she went with a still baffled expression.