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Blinking, the ghoul did indeed accommodate for his movements, but didn't stray. Levi kept her ground and just sort of went along with it. Hands fanning out to reach and grip at West's shoulders, the ghoul's tail retrieved and coiled around his as if to hold him steady. Was yer sorta fashion, I s'ppose. Any time I'd git some sorta memory from tha'Queen, yew were goin'round as naked out front as'a hellhunter. 'xcept ya had a coat on yer shoulders... Emphasizing, Levi's hands rubbed at West's shoulders, producing a light sensation of warmth from the friction. N' yer hair was 'bout~ up ta 'ere. Her left hand left its place, sliding down West's arm, poking him in the side with her index claw as it scratched its way down. Just 'bout where yer pants started.

To the ghoul, it was no big deal if West decided to wear such a fashion considering he was more of a laborer in the other world. The farming boils back home, when in their smaller forms, did it all the time. They practically compared their small formed fur patches as if it were a badge of just how potent their tatzelwurm forms were for having so much fur transfer over even after the pins were in use. It was this that led Levi to believe West could rival even those boils; his patch was a positive trait in her eyes.

So don't be givin' me no lip, boil. Yew did it all yer dang-flamin' self. Alls I had ta'do was look down. Levi did just that then, placing her wandering hand at the point she'd envisioned as the most fur-riddled. He looked like yew, boil. Not tha'other way'round. When I knew what was goin' on, after Medea was tellin' us there wasn't much else but fakes n' shadows, I could only see yew through 'im. When tha'time came, I took care'a things. So I could come back 'ere. Her last word would be paired with a short bounce against the mattress' springs. She hadn't just meant she'd returned to Halloween; Levi meant here with him.

He was flustered, that much the tatzel could tell. The wrath demon was easily read, and his heart hitting up against the touch of her hand was further evidence of his intensity of feeling at the moment. Compared to how he spoke a moment ago, however, West was rather soothing. Sure, it was refreshing to hear him talk to her with care, but it also caused Levi concern.

Yer not mad at me, are ya? Sighing with a melancholy expression, Levi's arms both enveloped around West, tail tightening as well. Her claws gripped into the soft flesh of his back enough to print tiny crescents onto him, but not to draw blood. M'fine. Yer fine. Xiu n' Rex 're fine. Her voice went small, lips brushing his ear at one side. No 'mount'a silver would get me back'in thar without yew, West. Her own heart was racing as she pressed hard against the wrath demon, hugging him tightly with as much constriction as she could produce in this form.

Then Levi offered something to offset her embarrassingly intimate moment. All of this was just reminding her of what she told the other West and how much West might've been even more put off with her by it. The ghoul tried having her tone more energetic as per usual. So- did'ja miss me'at all? Releasing him, but keeping her hands resting over his shoulders again, Levi smiled brightly at the boil. Reckon it must'a been borin'round 'ere without me ta'play with, eh? No'fense, Master. The ghoul peered over to the scareon for a moment to see if she was awake, turning back to West and slowing rising off of him.

Sitting up on her knees, Levi leaned in, flickering a few straggling hairs from his face and kissing him on the forehead. Levi then sat back down; apparently she'd gotten comfortable where she was. Did'ja hit tha'gym? Anythin' fun happen?

Levi had words to say, but they became a simple hum within the kiss. A followup muffled sound was familiarly like that of the one she'd made in the past; once during that fight. The ghoul's primary senses dwindled in some ways in growing favor of the more prominent emotional incitements piling onto her that begged for her emotional responses in return. Oh, there was still sensory but a veil was placed over the ghoul, grouping them all together. His rusty metallic scent, his grip, his voice- they all became the reason for her numbing. Or was this feeling them even more? It was almost too much for the tatzel to think about; so she didn't.

It was obvious that West was asking something of her. The boil wanted something Levi was unsure she could provide. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but rather didn't know how to reciprocate with the same intensity. The wrath demon knew how to demand ask; how could she answer? Am I shaking? Don't fall apart, ghoul. Do I smell like Popcorn? Am I burning up? Or is he just colder than I am? Nah, he's not cold at all but- Oh Jack, he's- A physical alarm then sounded at that hand of his; it was still right there. Her breathing became shorter and more erratic; urgent. The ghoul shook involuntarily. Never had her body been so firm and desirably weak at the same time. The tatzel felt she might lose for him, whatever that meant.

Then just like that, the tatzel ghoul was ready to answer. At this moment, Levi made a point to lock eyes with West. Retrieving one hand from his back and weakly, at first, pressing it against his chest, Levi pushed into his sternum, away from the kiss. Rolling her hips and curling her spine, West's fingertips would greet skin just beyond the hem. He was the boil she'd chosen for her mate, but this was beyond her know-how. Tatzelwurms, more often than not, found mates through family. Once selected, they would take pins and go through ceremonial practices. Some time after, the two mated would be seen around town with a pumpkin. Oh, Levi knew of everything she'd learned in classes as far as conduct that existed between ghoulfriends and boilfriends, but faltered at execution and was derailing here from what she recognized as normal for her kin.

Levi simply needed to clarify that West knew what he was getting into. A lot of this would be placed on him at first. He would have to take the reigns till she could take them from him. Sliding her hand to his back again, Levi seemingly was bracing for something. She would be ready for it. The ghoul leaned in with a whisper, fully intending to reconnect with the demon via her lips at his neck. I-

TSSSSHHHHH~!!!

A sharp jab right where her tail met skin suddenly forced the tatzel's spine to align straight up. It hurt more so than such an attack usually would given she'd been completely at rest where she was. Turning to see what it was that had just attacked her, one of Levi's hands shot out, pointing at a critter scurrying along the floor and heading for West's closet. WHAT THA'HECK-?!

Something was watching them?! Was this some sort of a trick?

Her breathing was still short and fast, but gulping down the rush of adrenaline brought forth by the head-butting mini, this slowed to a more thought-promoting state. Her hands settled back down at her sides, allowing the wrath demon to fall away from her. The ghoul looked down at West wide-eyed while he laughed more irrationally than a were-hyena. What 'bout three years now? The tatzel wasn't certain that West had said that; best to ask to clarify.

She didn't want to move from where she was, but getting another surprise tackle was not going to be an option. Levi collapsed to the side of West, crawling up to lay her head on a pillow. Wriggling to get comfortable, the ghoul rested on her side, just staring. He was really a beautiful sight right now to her, just laying there open to any of her potential attacks. What sort of attacks could she even do? This wasn't like wrestling- was it? ... Nah. Body tingling, Levi reached out and over the boil for his far hand. Glancing down at the floor, she first tried to affirm that there were no minis nearby. Master was cool and all, but it was somewhat the same feeling of having others watching during private matters if those tiny eyes were on them. When it seemed like the Scareon had gone back to her own concerns, the ghoul continued.

West- Guiding back his hand to where he'd left off before disaster struck, Levi inhaled audibly, maintaining her eye contact with him before shutting them and arching her back slightly for convenience with a hum. Her tail never dropped his; it instead loosened and constricted to her own insistence as needed. Opening her eyes again, Levi wriggled even closer to the point where she shared his groove in the mattress. Knocking her forehead gently against West's, Levi's lips pecked at his before offering a quiet word. C'mon. This time, she was inviting him.