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"I'm not thure any kithing will happen," The hunchback sighed, feeling disgusting as he clumsily bit off the stitches holding the pickled tongue in place.

But... well... it WAS a formal occasion. Only for a few hours. No one would know. Or at least, he hoped a certain Master would not know. So long as he avoided the bathroom mirrors...

"Oh for Fear'th thake!" He threw his hands up, rushing over to pull the jacket onto Barth rather forcefully before looping the tie around his slothish Master's neck- but failed to strangle him, despite his better judgment.

The hunchback blinked at the blood just barely showing up on Barth's nice black suit, and more than showing up on the sleeve of Christof's carefully constructed jacket. "Er... perhapth."

He shifted, rushing to go fetch one, sure to keep his head down and face turned away from the bathroom mirror as he did so before rushing back. "Friendth... I thuppoth. I'm not thure. I mean... I mean... I do like her... " even if she was no Mistress, she was very nice. "And... the er... rethently had a fight with Mithter Nuk, I beliewe... I'm not entirely thure where I thtand. But the'th waiting for me!"

"Yeth, Mathter," He sighed, moving to pick it up off the table. His own gift for Shehk was safely stuffed in his jacket pocket. He wasn't concerned about it being crushed. It wouldn't be a problem.

"Tho um. Er. Do... do I look alright? I thpent dayth on it, but I wanted to fit the theme and... well... You look thmart ath alwayth, Mathter."

"It had a few moth holeth, but I managed to mend them from the inthide... I with I was a bit better at thtitching, but er... I thuppose um- RIGHT! Yeth, yeth, immediately, Mathter!" He tucked the corsage's box under his arm, fumbling with the bandaid before reaching to pop it on Barth's neck. It was the Pale type, but he wondered if Barth should have gotten the Pasty. "And you will be there. Backthtage. And not fall athleep, right?"

Moure had been watching the clock all day, waiting to run the Errand that had been requested of him. Escort Barth to the Reaper Dorms and so forth that accompanied that request. Moure could handle it. (Of course, Moure was not at all worried about his own time-table. He'd be back in time to finish getting ready to go and head off with Danny anyway.)

As such, Moure arrived right on time in front of the Demom Dorm. He wasn't yet dressed for Prom (Although he had his clothes laid out back in his dorm room, so there would be no problem for the Patchwork as far as getting ready went.), as he didn't want to get anything on his fancier clothing, and he was going to be carrying stuff, after all. Plus, his usual clothing would be easier to run in than any fancy stiff stuff.

As Barth arrived on the scene, Moure gave him a wave. "Ready to head out? What do you want me to carry for the trip over to the Reaper Dorm?"

The Runner was ready to run this Errand.

Moure nodded, taking the...device(?) and the corsage box. This was all? Seemed this Errand would be easier than Moure had previously thought.

And Moure hadn't thought it was going to be too hard in the first place.

"You wanted me to take this one back after I drop you off, correct?" It was best to confirm, since the sloth also had a skateboard. Of course, Moure could take that back too, if the sloth demon wanted him to. He figured he might as well ask which thing(s) he would be dropping back off, in any case.

As Barth pushed off and started to roll away, Moure gave a nod and started walking/lightly jogging, soon by the sloth demon's side. This was nothing for the Runner. Actually, even with the board, Barth still seemed to be slower than Moure usually was while he was making his way around campus. Keeping up wouldn't be a problem at all for the patchwork, even while carrying the stair-climber and corsage box. (Of course he was being much more careful with the latter of the two objects, although he was being careful with both of the demon's possessions.)