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El Greco had returned from the market, bearing gifts for the party. He found it rude to go to shindigs without some kind of treat for the host’s kindness.

The slimer climbed, well floated, up the stairs with a yellow plastic bag at his side. It hung, the four sharp corners it made told of its shape. Its weight was not great as it swung, just a little, and its strain on the bag was not visible. The plastic was translucent enough to show the box was pink.

He wasn’t the best at being transparent, but he tried his best as he entered new grounds. It was the first time he’s been in another dorm other than the Ghosts’. It was new, yet it was very familiar. He thought, maybe all dorms were similar, but just a little bit different.

He wandered around its halls, carefully not making eye contact with any of the other Reapers that he may pass. It took him a few minutes until he realized that he never found out where Circe’s dorm was.

“Circe,” he whispered.

He made a cone with a hand, and whispered her name a few more times while walking around the hallways; haunting it like a ghost.

“Oh, it’s fine, the school isn’t large enough for me to get lost in.”

El Greco would have fallen if not for the fact that he was actually floating, and it was enough to keep him up and standing.

He grinned. His teeth perfect, manufactured of course by his own design, yet a little flawed since his gums were green. He stuck his arm out towards Circe with the yellow plastic bag. The box was warm, filled with dough and sugar in various forms; donuts, fresh donuts.

“Get it while it’s warm.”

The slimer looked over her, as he floated a little higher.

A strange ghoul and a stranger boil was in the room. He raised a hand and did a small wave.

“Hi.”

"I guess I am."

Apparently whether he wanted to or not. Though he didn't say so much, it seemed wrong to say he was really there because Circe had tricked him into it. A sigh, she meant well, at least he thought she did.

Still, to anyone able to read the movements of his tail, he wold have appeared distinctly uncomfortable. The opening of the window had eased that discomfort some, and he had quickly edged toward it to take in the fresh air. But it was short lived, and as he realized another person had entered the room, it began to feel very crowded and cramped, like--

He shook away the thoughts, a hand raised to greet the newly arrived ghost.

"Hi."

He would have offered to help, he was good with technology himself (just ask the eyepad he never went anywhere without), it would have been a welcome distraction. But it just so happened another distraction had already shown itself in white fluff and talons.

"Huh?"

Oh dear...

Unseen the cat had stalked his prey, creeping silently across the floor, ducking behind a piece of furniture as he watched the small creature. Closer, closer, ah, he had been spotted! But it was too late, he had already sprung, leaping toward the lammit with a MROWL!, every intention of sinking his sharp little talons in the ball of fluff.

"No, Tanaka! Bad cat!"

Well this was going well, here he was in Circe's room, barely holding back his own nervousness at such a cramped space and now his cat was trying to eat her minipet! That would teach him to forget to make sure his door was closed...not that the cat didn't know how to get out even with the door closed.

Sheridan sighed, turning one way, then the other, as the cat chased the lammit around the room, around his legs, this way, that way. He would have facepalmed if he were more occupied with trying to figure out just how to catch his cat without getting bitten himself.

"Tanaka! Stop it, come here!"

Did you really expect that to work? Wait, what was the ghost boy doing?

"Oh no, please don't do that..."

If the ghost had thought to scare the cat of evil, well said cat of evil did not scare easily. Startled, yes, most certainly, suddenly reeling around to face the source of the new sound. The white cat bristled, ears back, a rather loud HISS as he sized up the 'dog'. Dogs, He was not afraid of dogs! The lammit forgotten, he turned his attention to the ghost 'dog' instead, you wanna fight?! Rrrrrrrr...hiss!

Sheridan was close behind the cat, reaching out to catch him before he could escape, though he was certain to take the brunt of claws and teeth for the action. Sigh, this was not going well, maybe he shouldn't have come after all.

"Sorry...he's a bit of a monster..."

"Oh, nice to meet you, Grelo?" The tone at the end rose slightly, checking if it was all right if she use the nickname. There was something about her that came across that she was mostly just being polite; she was distinctly more interested in Sheridan.

When Circe (essentially) asked if she could work the electronics, Mitzi shrugged. "Sure, I'll do my best? I'll have to look at them, they're probably different from the ones I'm used to." She assumed that if the other Reaper was asking her to look at them, it was probably because she was the most likely to figure them out; after all, Circe knew the two boils, and Mitzi didn't.

She was about to join the other ghoul on the floor when the cat threw everything into confusion. She watched lammit, cat, and dragon run back and forth across the room, until El Greco distracted the feline long enough for it to be caught. She crossed over to where the two boils were, looking between them. "Are you both all right?" It looked like Sheridan at least had taken some damage from his pet.

Being held firmly within his owner's grasp did nothing to stifle the cat's hiss, the lash of his tail, or the rather menacing glare he was shooting at the ghost right at that moment. Yes, reach out and touch me, I DARE YOU! He did not like to be touched, a fact even Sheridan (the only one who could do so without consequence, unless there were spookies inovlved) was often reminded of.

Sheridan's grip had tightened just slightly, holding the cat firmly in both arms. Please be nice...

"I'm fine."

He hadn't noticed the scratches or the small trickle of silver blood on his forearm. Maybe the advantage of thick scales, maybe he was just used to various scratches and bites from his cat, or maybe he was just ignoring it right then.

His gaze shifted between all three present, giving each an apologetic (perhaps pitifully so) look.

"I..."

What should he do now?

...

He took a step toward the pillows, but stopped short, still holding tight to his cat despite the loud protests and sharp claws. The cat wanted DOWN and he wanted to be EVIL! He wanted to eat that fuzzy creature he had been chasing, how dare you keep him from his prey!

"I should...take him back to my room...before he tries to eat your pet."

Sheridan looked very apologetic, he felt bad to leave when he had promised to stay and join whatever game Circe had planned for the evening. But he couldn't leave his cat here, not with the way he was acting. A sigh, he'd do his best to make it up to them later.

"I'm...sorry. I'll make sure he stays behind next time."

Another apology and a tightened grip as the cat tried to break free, Sheridan scurried from the room with his cat. There may have been a few swears uttered in draconic left in his wake.

Maybe he'd return later, but now he had a monster of a fluffball to deal with. Sigh, stupid cat.

(( Sorry to run off guys, but with how much Sheridan grew during the meta, he's not like this anymore, and I can't rp him all emo anymore. ))