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Jove did precisely the wrong thing, turning to look at the zombie instead of keeping his eyes trained on the wall. Suddenly it occurred to him that he might not have been the only one taking advantage of his glow, and he quickly turned back to the wall with a determined, unblinking, "I won't let you down!" stare.

"Try to grab it and you'll be seeing my fist to your face," Shun quickly interjected, "Also Lizzy has a boyfriend already. Who will more than gladly rip your d**k off if you try anything on her."

Just getting that out there.

He might not like Mac, but he was certain the guy would not appreciate Lizzy being on the receiving end of these things. Besides, he was doing it more for her than the reaper.

Herryk gave Jove a helpless look; it was apparent that no, he was not as good as hiding as he thought - sending Taima a sideways glare, Herryk pursed his lips and followed after his favorite pup. He wasn't quite sure what was going on behind the cupboard, but he wasn't about to let Jove down.

Besides, someone needed to look out for everyone.

At that thought, Herryk started clucking like a worried mother hen watching over her very large brood.

"Herryk does not like this, Jove," he grumbled to the ghost, crossing his arms over his massive chest as he peered around for Taima, catching sight of Mort and a few other familiar faces in the meantime, "Herryk does not like this at all."

A ghoul was flashing him! Horrified Yin turned his head to an impossible angle for a human, nearing 180 degrees, but too late. And then the image began to click through in his head. That was not a ghoul's chest. The wheels were still clicking when his boilfriend passed by.

Multiple people in the room probably had horrible boilfriends. Yin was one of those. For one, Alexander knew that Yin was making a mistake and instead just silently joined in the mockery (though thankfully this was not a thought in Yin's mind at the moment). And second of all, there he was, hissing at him to leave, and running off holding a ghoul's hand. It was probably just so they did not get lost, that was a big reason that people held hands after all. But if that was the case...did that mean he did not mind getting separated from Yin? No, no, surely it meant that he trusted him to take care of himself.

Surely.

Not sure what to think he simply channeled all of his emotions toward Lou. But the boil was already disappearing into the secret passageway. "You should not impersonate a ghoul!" he yelled after him rather loudly, forgetting the person on the other side of the door. Then he followed him, trying to catch up so he could berate him in earnest. Of course, it might have thrown off Lou's game a bit to have a boil taking up valuable space near him that a ghoul could have occupied, but Yin was not sparing a second thought for that. "Furthermore you should not speak to a ghoul that way. It is very rude, and I do not believe that most ghouls would appreciate it. Even if they do you should not speak like that in public or others may misunderstand." Apparently being so upset was sending Yin into a mode of lecturing, well, more of ranting but with keeping a semblance of control.

Plus it meant that he was just honed in on one undead, and not on two undead's holding hands. Not that that meant anything.

Sadly, if Alexander knew his boilfriends feelings about what he was doing, he probably would have worked harder on not doing it. As it was, Alex couldn't help but feel protective towards the much smaller undead ghoul, something about her reminding him very much of his youngest sister and making him feel almost fiercely protective of her. As for the ugly ghoul comment...well, he just didn't want his boilfriend to feel stupid, so he had gone with his initial instinct of just 'pretend it really is a ghoul'. He had not intended to mock, though it was pretty clear that it would be construed as such.

He really was a terrible and inconsiderate boilfriend, sometimes. This was one time that was going to go down in their relationship history, though at the moment he was not aware of it.

He was busy worrying about things like detention, his mind coming up with the worst possible scenarios, and as he ducked into the cavern, his mind was only distracted out of this thought when he heard his boilfriends voice piping up, yelling at the boil that he had mistaken for a ghoul.

s**t s**t s**t s**t s**t. The zomboil thought, mentally facepalming and instinctively turning, hand still gripping the smaller ghouls. "Hey Mei, I uh....should probably.." he made a hopeless hand gesture that was likely not very well seen in the dim light of the secret passage as he released her hand. As much as he wanted to stay with her and make sure she stayed okay, his first loyalties were to Yin, always, and he felt like his place was beside him, right at the moment, even if he did feel like the other boil could more then take care of himself.

"I'm sorry. Hey, Mort's just over there with that boil with the glowing eyes. Maybe hang with him?" He felt bad for leaving her, but he was already moving away, towards the very recognizable voice of his bonded, who was still...lecturing? It was hard to tell.

It didn't take long to backtrack and find the weremantis, his hand instinctively seeking out that of the his boilfriends in the darkness. "Hey Yin?" He spoke quietly, "I really think we need to try and be quiet. Please?" He was obviously worried, despite the fact that he had remained in the office when it was clear that they should be leaving. He may have also shot the vampire a warning glare, hoping that it would be enough to just....stop any real trouble from starting.

He still had know idea that Yin might be upset with him, and taking it out on somebody else.

Shun looked like he was as impressed with Lou as he was with Mac - which probably meant that the reaper did not like this Lou very much. Before she could say anything, however, the fact that there was a very, very SUDDENLY MAN CHEST in front of her caused her jaw to drop. In true Lizzy fashion, she blacked out, falling to the floor, and rolling into the place behind the cabinet.

It was magical.

Taima's contemplation of how the hell Herryk even was was cut short as someone addressed her. "Huh? Oh, yeah," she said, turning the photo right-side up to let the boil see it, if he could make anything out in the dim light. "I don't know who any of these people are, though," she admitted, "or what the numbers on the back mean."

He had tried to keep the cider hidden in his robes but that had been a rather foolish plan. The dragon got a shake of his head before she moved from him and the arrival of Gene had his ears going to his skull. "No, I have no intent to drink, only to barter later for information. But if you wish for cuddle I am not adverse to such plans." Even if she wanted the cider, he was a good boil of the non drinking variety. He'd drink for ceremony and nothing more.

Plus he was a lightweight. Bulk or not, he really didn't want to end up a drunk pup.