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"I cannot tell her because she said she never wants to see me again. Ever." There was a sad finality to her voice. It certainly seemed hopeless in this moment. Hollandaise could admit that maybe, just maybe, she wanted something more than just friends with the dragon. But Deszeld didn't even want to be friend anymore.

"D-do you think Deszeld might like me again if I gave her a plant?" It was Hollandaise's go-to solution - something perfect for a warder ghoul who wasn't teribbly creative. "I had wanted to go wait in her room, and I did, for a bit. But I am afraid, Aisha. I am afraid anything I do will just make her more angry. I know I've managed to screw up so much..." Hollandaise was twisting her hands in her lap. She wondered, for just one moment, if she really didn't deserve to have Deszeld like her anyway. That maybe, if she'd been more normal, not so rash, things would be better.

Hollandaise sighed with the sounds of leaves falling. "You know, I only had kissed Mathias because you too kissed and I was upset. Mathias was upset too, later. Though, Aisha, you really were great - teach me how to paint like you sometime?" She smiled at Aisha, but the smile wobbled and fell.

"Do not worry about it, Aisha. It is solely my problem." The smile she gave the zombie trembled only faintly. Hollandaise would simply have to figure something out on her own, in the only ways she knew how (which included random gifts and even more unexpected visits; Hollandaise was not the most creative). She smiled again at Aisha, and this one was stronger, althought it was still small.

"Do you think you could paint my face now?" Aisha was always beautiful in her paint, and she wanted to try it, too. Her toes wiggled in an understated excitement.

If there was one thing Hollandaise was a fan of, it was avoiding thinking about upsetting things. So when Aisha motioned towards the bookshelf, she moved there quickly, fingers tapping against the spines of books. A ghoul could learn a lot about another from the types of books on their shelves. She pulled one out from the shelf, flipping through it interestedly before finally reaching the painting book. Opening it up, she flicked through pages as she moved back towards her seat, bumping into the bed in progress.

Sitting down, she closed her eyes and placed the book on her lap, riffling through the pages completely at random. She counted to five and pointed to a random page.

"That!" She opened her eyes and looked down at the page. It was interesting, for sure. The warder was unsure how the paint would look on her, but she was happy that the design chosen at random had some sort of vine looking bit on one side. She looked up at Aisha.