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He hadn't really been expecting the school to be this accommodating, in all honesty. Sure, he'd come with the expectation that there would be nice buildings to roam, and interesting monsters to meet, but he hadn't expected to find a dorm building dedicated entirely to monster, let alone a dorm room entirely to himself. Of course, the dorm room hadn't entertained Morton for long, because soon enough, he'd found himself climbing out of his window and up the building's side till he reached the roof.

He'd found that the building's architecture was all over the place, and despite the fact it wasn't exactly his choice in appearance, it was extremely interesting in it's own right. It had plenty of perches and ledges for him to rest on. He just hoped that the balconies he was using to reach the top did not belong to any female students; the last thing he wanted was one of them to become upset enough to toss something out the window at him (which had, in fact, happened in the not so far off past).

Upon arriving at a particularly large arc, Morton inspected the place and then proceeded to stretch out upon it, almost cat like in mannerism before sprawling out, basking in the sun; he rather liked the feel of the sun and the way it warmed his bones. So thus, he remain there, all but purring in contentment.

Morton had been in the middle of a particularly nice daydream, half way between the dream world and the waking world when the sound of a distant voice roused him. After grumbling his breath, the gargoyle peeked an eye open, squinting against the sun where he lay on his back upon the arc. At first... he didn't really see anything, the light being much too bright, not to mention that despite having only been half way lulled to sleep, it still showed. Thus so, he squinted for a good minute or so before Coralie's form became more obvious, silhouetted against the sun.

His mind was working slowly, and for a moment, Morton idly wondered whom the hell could fly like that; they were managing to hang in the air quite still, which was usually rather hard for winged species. A few more seconds passed before it suddenly clicked that the figure was riding a broom, which obviously meant the rider in question was either a witch or a wizard and those meant... magic.

"s**t!" in his haste to roll and adopt some sort of defensive pose, the gargoyle had forgotten just how small the arc he was laying on really was, because he misstepped and... slipped off the side. It was only luck that saved him from an embarrassing fall; he'd somehow manages to cling onto the side of the stone formation with a skeletal claw, and remain hanging there, breathing heavily (though just why was a mystery, seeing as how underneath his clothes... it was clear he was missing a healthy set of lungs to use).

The sharp hiss he aimed at Coralie was not nearly as threatening or ominous as it could have been; most of the edge was lost due to the fact Moron was still hanging onto the side of the arc with one hand as he tried to keep his gaze on the girl while scrambling to the top once more. He was apparently, doing a poor job at it.

His eyes never left her, even as she spoke, and he hissed once more when she drew nearer. For some odd reason, he didn't really seem to trust her, and had he had any fur, it would have been standing on edge, much like a cat's pelt. The moment the broom got within a foot away from him, the Gargoyle gave a final push against the stone wall, stubbornly refusing to use the wood as a stepping stone.

Alas, the fact she'd apparently tried to help him had registered inside his mind, because despite the fact he was still on edge, he no longer looked like he might attack if she drew too near. Granted, the moment he managed to climb back up onto his original perch, Morton glared at Coralie, keeping all four of his legs gripping the stone, "S'not your bite I'm worried about," he practically growled out the words, though the fact he was talking instead of hissing seemed like a bast improvement, "What'd you want?" his eyes only left the girl's face for a moment to look at her hat; he had to admit that the hat was rather cool, and it visibly distracted him from the situation at hand, because he relaxed down a couple of notches. He did, however, tense right back up again as he looked back into Coralie's eyes.

It wasn't that he hated her, personally, per say; after all, aside from surprising him, she had done nothing to him. He just... didn't particularly trust most magic users, specially witches, as he thought them to be particularly sneaky (though just why was a mystery, if not a touch racist), "What're you even doing here? Isn't it against the rules or something to sneak into other dorms?" and if it wasn't, it damn well should be; but then again, he wasn't too sure if climbing outside dorm rooms was permitted, soooo...

He remain perched on all four, watching the girl warily through narrowed eyes as she raised herself higher into the air. Despite the fact he'd never really liked witches, warlocks or magic, he'd always been fascinated with their brooms. Morton found it horribly entertaining that they could fly on wooden sticks, but then again, he wasn't really the most appropriate individual to point out how strange that was; his wings were bone only and he flew perfectly fine with them.

A snort was his first response, "Don't get sassy on me; I'm pretty sure that the space beyond the dorm gates... yes, even the air, if it's like two feet from the building, belongs to the actual dorm, hon," he pointed to the sky, "Now, a mile above us? Yeah, that's probably free space," a pause as he lowered his hand and adopted a slightly more 'comfortable' pose, sitting down on the ledge in a rather cat, or dog like manner as he watched her.

He was both morbidly intrigued and wary, though at least he seemed to have dropped the offensive pose for now (even if he was pretty tense, indicating he could go back to growling and hissing at the drop of a bone), "Still ain't answering my question; what're you doing here any-" his sentence was effectively cut off as she spoke, "Why would I want to sneak into my own doorm room?" another pause, "Why would I wanna sneak into any dorm room? I don't appreciate having random items thrown at me! I'm not stupid enough to sneak into places!" but then again, the fact he'd mentioned that meant he actually WAS stupid enough to do that, and no sooner had he said that, that he made a face and did a pretty good impression of a facepalm, letting out a sigh.

"I'm a gargoyle!" he growled at her, apparently mildly offended over having been called a dog - not because he had anything against canines (in fact, he rather liked them and found them to be fascinating creatures). It was more that in his personal opinion... it was pretty obvious he was a gargoyle (even if others didn't particularly seem to think so), "Of course I'm territorial! I can't help it! And besides, you'd be pretty upset if your private time had been invaded without your permission!" well, at least he was no longer being aggressive so much as outright defensive, if not mildly embarrassed for whatever reason.

He'd gone from looking at her warily, to looking at her as if she were absolutely insane. Not only that, but Morton had apparently decided that this insanity of hers might actually be somewhat contagious, because he'd edged a step away from her as she spoke on, "I have NO idea what the ******** you're even talking about! I don't need to sneak anywhere - why are you even offering me this?" a pause, "You're insane, aren't you? You're insane and you just can't help it," that would explain a lot, actually, like why she was even still there, seeing as he wasn't being exactly... polite to her.

Despite everything, she was still there, hovering mid air in front of him, and Morton was running out of ideas on what to do to shoo her away, so thus... he did the only one thing that came to mind; he jumped jumped off the ledge and aimed to nab the hat she was wearing with his teeth, "Let's see how YOU like it when someone ******** with your personal space or your property!" that said, his teeth closed around the hat's rim and the gargoyle then swooped down, and off, "Catch me if you can!" it was growled through gritted teeth as he swooped over the dorm wall; he was swiftly heading towards the campus wall, no doubt planning on going out.

Okay, this was a surprisingly new turn of events; the hat talked. The hat friggin' talked. In his surprise, Morton actually opened his mouth in a small yelp, which inevitably caused the hat to tumble down and into the trees of entrance of the weeping forest. Blinking as he hovered over the vegetation, it took the gargoyle a good few seconds to dive on after it.

He caught the thing as it began to crash down through the branches of some trees, and then perched himself on a low branch, holding the garment at arm's length, "They're claws, mate, not paws," he was apparently, a very single minded sort of creature, because he'd all but forgotten about poor Coralie and the chase he'd started, instead choosing to focus his attention on the talking hat, "Okay, this is decidely interesting - I didn't know witches could have talking .... teethy hats," and for whatever reason, that must have won Coralie some sort of points in his eyes, because he made no motion to escape once he saw her flying overhead. In fact, he raised his head and called out to her, "You're terribly slow. You call yourself a flier? That flying was an absolute disgrace!" That said though, he shook the hat, which he was still holding at arm's length, "How'd you make it do this? It's pretty awesome."

A snort followed her words, "You don't seem to like your 'weapon' too much, or particularly upset at losing him. Can I keep it then?" he actually did under having a weapons, contrary to what she might have believed. Everyone had weapons... just in different ways; being a monster, he knew how versatile some creatures could be. His weapon was his ability to turn rock solid, while hers happened to be a rather awesome looking hat, "He sort of curses like a sailor," he was still holding the hat at arm's length, "Did you teach him that?" it was almost as if he were referring to the garment as a pet. But then again, he'd seen weirder, stranger things than a garment for a weapon or pet.

His green gaze slid over to the girl hovering before him, "I've decided that you're not a threat," some people might have found that horribly offensive, but in Morton's defense, he really didn't mean it as such; in fact, it was a compliment, though... it was possible no one but him would see it as such, "You're not a threat, but you're kinda boring. Your hat is much more entertaining; at least he displays more emotions than apathy. Why're you so... apathetic? Did something happen to you?"

"Wanna bet?" he arched a brow, looking at her as if he couldn't really believe what she was saying, "I could've ripped it apart if I'd been in my true form. It's just cloth, and if it really is your weapon... you should probably be a touch less apathetic about getting it back," he paused and stared at the hat again, which was still going through a long list of curses, some of which Morton had no idea what they even meant, "Well," he murmured, "I guess you can have it back, since you really seem to actually need it, even if you don't want it."

That said, he threw the hat in her general direction, intending on having it land on her head, "Not sure what so wrong with it," he murmured as he settled into a doggy style crouching position on the branch, "He looks pretty cool, as far as looks go; it has sharp teeth which is more than can be said about you," so says the gargoyle that had been so horribly terrified concerned of having her mere presence near him a while ago. He seemed to have settled well into tolerating her nearby though, now that he'd decided she apparently wasn't a threat to his general wellbeing.

"Yeaaaah... that's what we call people that don't react to jackshit," a pause, followed by a frown, and he recoiled into himself a touch, almost offended again, "I don't need to sneak anywhere. It's not my fault that getting to the roof of buildings usually means having to climb walls... and it's not my fault some ghouls are sensitive over that. I didn't sneak anywhere; I was just climbing," he eyed her and then snorted, "It's not called cheating; I didn't do anything that would have otherwise reduced your performance by snatching your hat. It's called 'baiting' you, which you chose to ignore, hence my apathy comment."