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Roch looked at her, a cautious expression on his face--was she a hunter? He hadn't heard much about hunters lately, but that didn't mean they were gone--

"A trick or treater heads into the human world t'gather FEAR," he said slowly. "But they do other stuff, too--far as I can tell, they do whatever entertains them, really. One of the first things I did for trainin' was run a battle of the bands at school."

"It was a battle," Roch said. "They beat on each other, sure, but it wasn't like anyone got seriously hurt." If anything, it'd been more funny than violent in his eyes. He glanced up as the waitress came and ordered his cinnamon roll, looking as if he was going to start drooling any moment.

"Because fighting's a big part of this life," he said, looking at her seriously. "We fight, we survive--we fight, we grow stronger. No matter what y'choose t'do in the future, if y'plan on bein' a part of what this school REALLY does, y'better learn t'fight even when y'don't quite get why you're fightin," he told her. "Or even who."

He smiled slightly, wondering if he should tell her how often that happened. Then the food showed up--and he forgot about it entirely, staring happily at the massive cinnamon roll in front of him. It hid the plate from view. He grabbed his fork and dug in, finishing it far more slowly than he usually would finish something--but fast enough.

"Aaaahh, man, worth it," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Absolutely worth it."

"Absolutely," Roch said cheerfully. "Nobody seems t'think a thing about it with you!" It was horrible to use an underclassman as a prop to get cinnamon rolls--but she liked the cheesecake, and that was a good excuse, right?

"Some ghouls I couldn't get away with it," he admitted, brushing the frosting off of his lips with his thumb and licking it off. "Too tomboy-ish." Which was a shame, cuz he bet Lark would like it if she actually tried it--the cinnamon roll, that is. "I bet Terra would do it, though," he said thoughtfully.

Finding accomplices for cinnamon roll runs was IMPORTANT okay. Even if it meant dragging your little sister around.

"She's my little sister," he said. "She's a grim reaper, like me." He brought out his eyephone, scrolling through the pictures until it brought up the picture of his little sister. The blond reaper had face paint on and was dressed in Spanish style clothing. He showed it to Azmodel.

"This is her," he said. "She'd be perfectly fine comin' in here, I'm sure," he decided. "She's pretty much a ghouly ghoul, herself."

"Depends on the parent?" he said. "Y'usually take after one or the other--tho I think reapers are a bit different an' don't naturally HAVE t'be the exact same type of reaper. But me, I woulda been a demon if I hadn't been a reaper--my ma was one. Terra woulda been a skeleton," he said thoughtfully, picturing his little sister as a skeleton with a curious expression. "She probly woulda enjoyed it."