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Relief washed over Caim as Barth decided to talk to him. "Caimeron Thorne. Err, but Caim is fine." The statement was suspiciously similar to what the other demon had just said, just... with his name clipped out and Caim's put in it's place. "I don't think I can vote. Just visiting and all. Err, we haven't met, no."

He wished he was as impressive as the demon he was speaking to. It would make this whole thing that much easier and less awkward. Nervously he flicked his head, hair moving away further from the small, chameleon-like horns that protruded from his forehead for a moment before settling back into place. "I'm, err. Your cousin."

He didn't notice the ghoul as she sized him up. So he continued to stand, slightly slouched.

West sighed dramatically, the upturned pucker of his lips doing little to ruffle his newly cut hair. Not for the first time he regretted having given in to his mother's nagging, but now wasn't the time to mourn his discarded locks. Hair grew back. No, now was the time to be vigilant, to seek out troublemakers and break them. Painfully. The problem was, everyone around here was being so... nice. No vandals or thieves or even students with somewhat loud mouths. Just fish and games and friendly fun. Bah.

"Gimme one uh those," he said, shuffling out of the shadows and making a grab for Colette's goatee cauldron. Sticking more facial hair on top of the smattering he had already might have seemed like a dumb idea, but West seemed fairly desperate for entertainment at this point and it clearly wasn't going to take much to keep him occupied.

"Err, no. Avarice. Envy." He sighed. "If I were an Earth Elemental..." The longing was apparent in his voice. He gave a little shrug of his shoulders, disappointed in the impossibilities. "Err, Rasputher is our grandfather. And his brother. We're second cousins, actually."

Caim glanced distractedly towards the new demon that had come up. He looked so cool. From his haircut to the clothes he wore. If only Caim had the means to pay for such extravagances and finery. His clothes were so nice. He glanced back over at Barth, who also was dressed pretty smartly, to be honest, and sighed.

"Err. Claire, too."

"Err, Rasputher, you said?" Barth repeated, nervously. Ah. ...Ah. That side of the family. Claire wouldn't know who Rasputher was, but he knew. ...And wondered how much Caim knew about it. "Very nice to meet you," he finished. "Always err, nice to run into another family member."

"The couch is very definitely for sitting," Barth encouraged Joachim. He wished, in retrospect, he had brought more couches. On this note, he cleared his throat, and said aloud,

"Very lacking in couches, our hallways. First thing to change, the couch deficiency situation."

Well, that was certainly an interesting face. "Hey, um, thanks... Lilith?" West replied, unsure as to whether or not hers had been an actual compliment. She was one of the few people he wouldn't react violently toward if it hadn't been, but that didn't leave him any less confused.

He affixed his newly-liberated Barth goatee over his own and smiled faintly. "An' you look good wit'his scrubby lil' baby beard," he muttered. West gestured vaguely toward Barth, then squinted at Caim as the envy demon gave him a once over. Was this new kid starting something? No? West almost sighed again, instead turning his attention back to Lilith. "How've y'been?"

Joachim opened his eyes as the some what familiar ghoul handed him a goatee trying to recall where she was from. Prom! She looked different wearing something other than a gown.

"Colette! Errr... thank you!" He replied looking at the goatee she handed him for a moment, as far as he was concern if the demon could get more couches in the hall there was no reason to vote for anyone else. He stuck it on his chin getting a small vibe of looking like his grandfather except without the white look and wrinkles.

"Its ok.... she would actually be happy with a plushie to cuddle with," Wondering how Merel would treat sticking a goatee under her nose. There was a high possibility she would end up eating it by the end of the day.

Barth was once again drawn away from conversation as someone mentioned couches. Caim lifted a hand, finger extended, mouth open as he tried to say something in reply. Anything to get his attention back on Caim instead of the stranger. He had come all this way to speak with the sloth demon, after all. And Claire if he could find her.

But it was too late. Barth was distracted and Caim was left just standing there a little pathetically. His mouth closed into a thin line as he watched with a flicker of envious anger as Barth spoke with someone else. He wanted the attention. With a frown he turned and kicked at one of the tables, making it jolt slightly, the things on top of it just slightly jumping in place. One of the items on top shifted enough to topple over the edge and onto the ground.

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