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"Whatever y'say." The boil scooted closer, the piece of wood he was perched on creaking under his feet. He crossed his arms in front of himself and grabbed the ghoul by the waist, intending to spin her around somehow so that once she was untied, she would land on her feet. It wasn't quite going as he had pictured in his head.

"Not the way t'what?" he asked. West tapped his shoulder as if he meant her to hold on to whatever she could reach, then ducked his head slightly and started working to loosen one of the tangles. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, but it seemed everyone was engrossed in their phones. There was nothing to see, as she had said. He was just helping out a friend.

She felt him trying to lift her kinda... what was he thinking? The more vines she got undone, the more upward she got. Oh. West was helping her. At his gesture to grab onto him, she peered around first before placing a hand over his shoulder while he too untangled the vines.

As if all it took was one particular tug, Levi fell right into West. Ah-! Grabbing both shoulders now to keep her on her feet, there was only one proper thing to say. Thank yew, screechea- Her lips shut quickly in a tight line. Thanks.

Settling back on the floor on her own two feet now, the tatzel leveled with West. He had already seen her in a rather odd position just now; his knowing why couldn't make it any worse. Havin' trouble sleepin'ere.

Looking up at West, her expression would tell him that she was rather serious about this. Didn't sleep much'but'a wink last night. Them things ain't so good fer when ya'sleep ... West hadn't stayed in her room that night to see her sleeping habits, she decided. Her thinking of him watching as she slept unnerved her. ...well if ya sleep like yer ridin' a bronco in'a rodeo. Translation: She moved a lot in her sleep, West.

Nah, rope just seems ta'be a'way 'a gittin' me dangling' As was evident from her recent appearance to him in midair. Levi suspected he knew this already with his chuckling at her; another glare for him. About that... West offered that she could sleep above him in a hammock so he could catch her if sh fell but- ...I'm 'already in tha'hammock above ya.

Another bit of silence from the ghoul.

She honestly hadn't planned for that but it sure sounded that way. The only way she knew this was by her first night's startling wake up and seeing his particular tone of hair in the hammock below. In any case, this plan still wouldn't work. If'I come crashin' down on ya, West, we'll both go 'a tumblin' ta tha ground. Need ta'be kept in one place, eh? Not fallin' n' givin' gravity'a boost.

Then came that lightbulb in the tatzel's head that sparingly offered good ideas every once in awhile. If West was willing to catch her like a safety net, what would stop him from still being so with her already in the net? Levi could think of a few things. None of which would stop her from at least asking; now she just wanted to ask out of sheer curiosity of his answer if nothing else. Would he consider this sort of closeness? Would he do it for her safety?

She looked around again without moving her head to attract any attention before leaning into West at his ear to whisper something. Could'I sleep with yew? Settling back on her heels, arms folded at her back, she tried to get a reading from West's expression. If she was settled into his hammock, it would be easier for him to help keep a hold of her so her movements wouldn't stir the hammock. The sides of the hammock should provide enough cover with both of them in it to conceal the fact that they were both in there from most of their peers; this was Levi's hope, anyway. Wait- he was totally only doing it as her friend. Just one friend helping another! Even if some of the other students did see them in one hammock, she could surely use this reasoning.

She liked talking to him? Well that was a relief, now that he was talking more! Although at the back of his mind, higher brain functions processed her words carefully, almost warily even; it was almost like with Gene, it pointed out. The strange pauses, the choice of words, the mention of the dance. Mort wanted to counter that the witch was lonely and of course would be clingy, but . . . the not-date with Gene was still fresh in his mind, and boil had that been a mess. He didn't want to think of how he could screw up again.

So Mort decided not to pursue those lines of thinking for now because he was probably over thinking things anyway. "Course will show when is finished," he told her with a smile. "Along with wing stuff too. Much as like talking, probably should go take nap . . . Second part've class tomorrow, have to be ready for anything. But, er, will definitely keep n' touch better." Unlike his first promise to do so, which he sincerely hoped Belladonna had forgotten, given the abysmal job he'd done of that as well.