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Shooing her off of his arm hadn't worked. She still pressed her hand there, and Gabby's little dead heart made a strange little fluttery feeling pass through him. He used his other hand to poke at his chest, trying to distract himself from the feeling. Was she doing this? Was she making him feel these weird things? He hoped not. He couldn't get rid of her. How was he supposed to stop feeling weird, if it was all her fault?

He side-glanced at her hand, on his arm, and then looked away. It was all very non-chalant, the way he kept looking at it, and then away. Very casual.

And then she was back to talking about the fish, and all of his funny feelings vanished in place of a much more comfortable annoyance. He rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders. "And where, exactly, do you want to cook it?"

"I have neither in my dorm." Gabriel replied flatly, his eyes thinning. "And I've only been in school for a couple of days. I don't know where to find either of those things."

He duh'd right back at her, but his lips twitched. Was he trying not to smile? No, he wasn't, shut up.

..When, exactly, had he agreed to actually go cook the fish with her?! Somewhere in his question he'd accidentally done so, it seemed, and now he was being dragged off to whatever odd place she knew of that had a kitchen. He tried to consider this an impromptu tour, and attempted to not be too unhappy about it.

"As long as we're not about to break into anyplace. I'm not going down for you, Sibyl." He warned, very serious about only doing legal things with people he'd just met.

Being led into the home ec room actually surprised Gabby. He took a look at where they'd come from, and tried to remember how to get there. This was legitimately a helpful little piece of information.. who would have thought Sibyl was actually going to show him something he wanted to see? She was still talking about cooking that damn fish though.. but at least he'd gotten something out of the deal.

"Uh." He stared at her skeptically. "I don't care really, as long as it's fully cooked. I don't like raw things, so.." He didn't like fish, either, but he was starting to get the hint that Sibyl wasn't taking no for an answer.

Yes. He was only starting to get that hint now.

"You choose."

He paused, took a look at the ovens, and then gave her a look.

"Just be careful."

Gabby knew nothing about cooking - especially fish. When she went to work, it looked like she knew what she was doing. Finding out whether or not that was true would have to wait until she actually made him eat it.

When she turned to ask him what they should do, his face contorted into a look that sort of said 'Why me?' before he shrugged, and started opening up cupboards. "We can go through everything, see if there's anything fun in these-"

As he said this, the cupboard he opened expelled all of its contents. There must have been dozens of them - small, red, heart shaped boxes, all falling on his head, one by one, clattering to the floor until he was knee deep in them. When the cascade finally stopped, he picked up the box that was still on his head, opened it, and gave it a cautious sniff.

"Scarentine's Day chocolates." He deadpanned, picking one out of the box and flicking it at her. "I think we just ruined someone's Scarentine's."

Well that sort of made him feel a little better about being attacked by the killer boxes. He popped one of the chocolates into his mouth, chewed, and made a 'not bad' expression.

"What are you doing for Scarentine's?" The inflection he'd used for the question indicated that he was curious as to whether Sibyl spent her Scarentine's just as alone and brooding as he did. But taken a different way than intended..

He knew it had been a long shot. But there was always that tiny chance the bubbly ghoul had a streak of emo hidden somewhere in her when it came to the dopiest of holidays. He had to ask.

"Why's she going to be busy? Is Marzie in one of those couples things?" He casually inquired, reaching up to knock one of the boxes that she'd put back, out again. "Me, I'm probably going to hole up in my room, lock the door, and turn up some music as loud as possible so I can't hear all the smooching." He snickered, and a genuine smile lit up his normally scowling face.

Sibyl was overselling Marzena a little too hard. In fact, if Gabby didn't know better, he'd actually ask her to set them up - but anyone that this ghoul adored with that much ferocity.. was probably as hyper and talkative as she was. He figured one Sibyl was enough for him.

"Sibyl." He murmured, chuckling condescendingly. "Poor, sweet, darling little Sibyl. I absolutely do not have to go out and do anything on Scarentine's. This is one of those days where people like me just try to stay out of other people's way - and I'm okay with that. As long as nobody tries to do any funny voodoo love magic on me, I'm good. Really."

He patted her head, and then casually knocked the box back out of the cupboard, giving her a half-smirk of mischievous amusement.

"Besides, I don't actually know anybody who's all of those things." He let out a snicker. "I'm better off alone."

Sibyl looked like she was getting a fever. Gabby was glad he was dead - he hated fevers. Always so warm and uncomfortable. He just watched her suffer for a minute, scratching his cheek with one finger as he tried to remember if fevers were still infectious somehow to dead people, when she turned towards him and practically screamed okay. He took a step back, startled at the phrase, and tried to understand what she meant.

The last thing he'd said was that he was better off alone.

So she was agreeing to that?

Somehow, that felt kind of harsh. But at least she wasn't disagreeing with him, anymore. So it was only natural to accept her answer cordially. "Uh.. well.. all right then. Glad we're on the same page."

They were not on the same page.