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"......" Was she..scrawny? That thought had been one to never strike Sura before, and she seemed to visibly baffle at it, thrumming still, but seeming to not mind TG taking up a post in her lap. It wasn't like he was heavy or anything. In fact, it amused her greatly to suddenly have someone who seemed to be almost....

clingy...

compared to her not-clingy.

"I...will try my best..? Though I am not sure what I can do to actively help that process...."

"Don't feel bad about not remembering things, such as memories. It's not as uncommon as you think among other kinds of students. I've heard that ghosts can suffer memory loss, but nothing about personality. I mean it'll come back to you sooner than later, right?" Shrugging as she thought about the common and uncommon from what she remembered in some books she had read in her room. She wanted to learn some psychology, but not sure if that could work with the mute.

"Your muscles? I've never heard a ghoul say that before. Well, I've never heard anyone say that before since I haven't been out much since I got enrolled here." Genora said as she tried to think exactly what Ama said when it came to muscles. "Now I see what you mean! You have the body of a fighter even though you have a tangible body. Very interested!" She said as her eyes were wide and she felt like a little ghoul with a box of spookies.

A blink from astonishment then a point of a stray finger at her own being. "What do I enjoy doing? Well I do enjoy a good book in my spare time, or working on my acting skills, or taking care of my adorable drinkits." She said as she got a bit carried away with the question. "Oh, pardon me and my rambling! I just get excited with these sort of things. Ya know, meeting new students and checking out the cuties." She said as she pointed over to the table with Neil and Ulkuma.

"My turn again!" Genora said with a light laugh then thought until she found a question to ask. "What kind of subjects would you want to master in before graduating or becoming a third year?" she asked since she was always interested in what other students wanted to do for a 'living'.

Amarus couldn't help but feel bad about having no memories. How could she figure out who she was in the present if she couldn't remember who she had been in the past? She shrugged it off, and didn't bother clarifying that another common ghost trait was apparently the inability to process emotions like most students could. It seemed like not all ghosts were as naturally cold as Amarus thought she herself was, though.

Her muscles were her best asset. Well, muscles and other ghost-fleshy things. Her pink aura curled low to her skin as she listened to Genora talk. "Yeah, it's all I've got that I'm confident in," she told Genora. The ghoul seemed to legitimately listen to what she was saying. Interesting.

"I was near books, once... I tore them to pieces and hurled them at the ground." True story. It involved book-shelves, lots of climbing, an embarassing incident and then an apology. She did not get along well with their papery friends.

Since Amarus had dragged table two a little too close to table one while she had been waiting for Genora to arrive, it was pretty easy to look to the side at Neil. Seemed like Ulmuka had arrived. She snorted, which sounded more like a tiny confused sneeze, her bells jingling, and then winked at Genora. "Neil? Cute? Maybe without his pin on..." she replied to Genora, before turning to the boils' table, planting her elbows on it, and looking at them both before saying: "Gengen thinks you're cute."

Never tell Amarus anything, apparently. Because she would probably use it to embarass you. Apart from that, Amarus went back to answering Genora, moving her elbows off of the boys' table, but not before winking at Neil and waving at Ulmuka.

"Hmm? Everything." Amarus face was completely blank, but her aura seemed to flicker and grow dark. Then, a little more specific, she said, "Fighting techniques, really, and perhaps more raw power. Speed, precision."

"So how come you haven't been out much since you started here?"

"Just consider the massage to me as a way to learn how to be more delicate. Ghouls are supposed to be delicate." She could practice touching him all she wanted, and he'd be happy to guide her. "How about we set up a schedule? I need a good masseuse for while I'm here. You give me a good back rub. You learn how to be more delicate. It's all for your benefit after all. What's your number?" He asked, pulling out his phone and waiting.

TG tapped his forehead. "Of course. If you had one, then you wouldn't have to bark out like a ghost hound to talk to your neighbor." She really was dirt poor. In short, there really was no value in trying to win her over for business reasons. However, she was gullible and tall, for that, he could use her for labor.

"THIS is a Eyephone. It lets you talk to other people by pushing these buttons and calling their Eyephone. Each phone has a set of numbers, that lets you call that other phone. Think of it like.....calling someone by their name, but invisible and without words. Here. I'll give you an example. Let' see. What numbers do I have dialed recently...." He remembered he dialed for pizza once, and looking through the numbers, tapped one.

A slow, heavy beat sang through his phone. "Hello. My name is Tina Treats. Welcome to 888-Ghoul-Gal. Standing rates are 10 seeds a min-"

He clicked the phone off quickly.

OnO;;;;;;;;;;;;[ *Ahem* "Not that number."

Neil had been face first almost dead looking when Muka -finally- arrived. The canine almost appeared dead. He did not move when Muka greeted him. Neil did not want to move. He only groaned a little. The strix was not on his total hated list but he wasn't on his I want to be best friends with you list either. The dance question got Neils head moving upwards though.

"Dance." He stared at Muka with a very intense stare. "No." Slowly he reclined in his chair, propping one foot on the table and leaning back in the chair. "I do piano. Do you?" Neil would play this little question game. Muka wasn't ALL bad but he still had trouble washing the memory of almost being eaten out of his brain. Neil was still a little sore.

Amarus and Genora had been ignored when the two had started talking. That was until Amarus let him know that Genora thought he was cute. Really, this caught the boil by surprise. Usually the calm and well put together Neil would think of something to say. But... He wasn't sure what to say. Not only that but his cheeks flushed a little pink. Neil may have slunk down a little deeper in his chair.

Being bashful... what the hell was this. It felt good to hear that a ghoul thought he was cute. Ghouls baffled him though and he was unable to say anything. Shy? Not usually. Just surprised. Amarus used confusion and it was super effective.

To Junko the night was going great. There were a few bumps, of course, the usual romance drama that happened when you had a group of hormonal teenagers gathered together in one enclosed space, but other than that things were going really well! There was only one problem: The wings. Every time Junko turned she hit something or someone; how did students with wings live like this?!

They were on a coat...maybe if she just...pawned it off.

Riley was too lovedrunk to notice, right?

A look was cast Riley's way as Junko hummed quietly and slowly slid the little bolero jacket off her shoulders, wings and all. Once that weight was gone she sighed with relief.

She couldn't carry this, it was annoying.

Junko looked all around until she spotted a very tiny student. Ah, yes. He would do.

The next thing TG would notice would be he was suddenly wearing Junko's coat...and its gigantic pink fairy wings.