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After having successfully personalizing his new dorm room as much as his meager possessions allowed, Christof had stepped out into the evening to once again explore his new home. He had seen a graveyard on the way into the Undead dorms on his way there with Tsetsilia, but only now in the cover of darkness did he feel comfortable to look around. With Scruff locked up and his shovel over his shoulder, he ventured between the graves, keeping a sharp eye for anyone who might catch him. The thrill of the hunt, that's what he loved. It made his heart race and he felt more alive than ever here doing what he shouldn't be doing. There was no point to be digging, it was true... who needed it? He knew no doctors or mad scientists that could use them- yet- but even so, this felt natural.

How many times had he done this for his Master? There was no harm in just... seeing what lay here. Maybe it was for show, maybe it held old students, maybe something more.... you never knew what you could find in a grave, locked away like a time capsule.

By the time he heard the noises of the great scaled monster he was almost on top of him, making a startled noise in the back of his throat before dodging behind a gravestone. Unfortunately, he moved too quickly, the shovel smashing against stone with a terrible CLANG that resonated through the darkness with such force it made him wince.

From behind the gravestone, the scarfed and stitched blonde head peaked out at the wailing monster. Oh for goodness sake that was NOT how monsters were supposed to behave! At least it seemed he wasn't about to be eaten or dragged to an office. Gingerly, the hunchback stepped out from his cover, scowling at the squirming worms with disgust. This.... "G" certainly LOOKED threatening... he could rip Christof limb from limb if he so choose by the looks of him, but seeing the thing covered in mud and tears was ridiculous. He snorted through his nose, shaking his head as he glanced around frantically, trying to see if his moaning had alerted anyone else. He wove a hand urgently before putting a finger in front of where his mouth hid behind his scarf, glowering at the beast. If he kept this up they BOTH would be in trouble.... and what on EARTH was he going on about not wanting to go to the bathroom? EVERYONE needed to go to the bathroom occasionally. Except Ghosts. And Vampires as far as he knew, but used up blood had to go SOMEWHERE....

Christof shook his head, lifting the shovel again to try to hide it behind his hunch. Brows knit, he glanced around as though thinking of an explanation. This monster didn't seem smart enough to lie, let alone keep a secret... He sighed. Well, there was no harm in *trying* at least.... He lifted a hand to his face, pointing to his eyes with two fingers before motioning to the graveyard as though that would explain it. Obviously the creature came here to feed. Repulsion was soon replaced by curiosity. He had met a few monsters over the years, but never one like this G.

Christof glowered. How could he be anymore clear that he was just looking around? Well, if the monster wanted to help, he wouldn't say no to company... so long as he didn't tell anyone what they were up to. He was just curious, after all, and intended to put things back once he had taken a look. With a sigh through his nose, Christof glanced to the headstones, reading them carefully. Finally he spotted a particularly old one with nice packed dirt. The name was long and partially obscured- often a good sign when you wanted to see what someone was buried with. The clearer the headstone, the better for fresh corpses, but today that wasn't what was on the menu. He straightened (as much as the hunchback could straighten) and waved to the beast to come over before offering him the shovel.

For a while as G dug, the hunchback relished in the feeling of having someone aid HIM in one of his tasks for once... it wasn't quite as satisfying as doing it himself, but even so it was a strange change. Once the monster stopped, Christof hurried to the edge of the hole to peer in, reaching to try to take the shovel back from the sea beast before he did any more damage to their find. Well, G wasn't very surgical in his methods, and seemed to have mistaken the top of the casket for more earth....

He motioned for the beast to move to the side as he expertly set to work widening the hole enough to properly lift the lid without shattering it further.

Christof hefted the heavy lid out of the deep hole with practiced ease, reveling no tasty frogs but an ancient corpse, bustling with ancient insides squirming with fat, well fed maggots. The squish G had made had been from the shovel passing into the corpse's stomach, but it wasn't the glistening stinking insides that got the patchwork's attention. He examined the bones, the teeth, looking over skeletal fingers for claws and pulled back the skull to examine sharp teeth. AH! A gold filling glinted in the moonlight and Christof pulled out his small pocketknife to try to pry one free. Enough of these and he could trade 'em in for pumpkin seeds in town with any luck and possibly buy a new jacket. Amongst the rags of tattered rotting clothes he found a small silver tie-pin with a little pearl embedded in the end. It wasn't much but at least it made the dig worth it. The corpse itself was only useful if bones were ever needed. He made a mental note.

The tooth popped loose, although that hadn't been Christof's intention, it had just been rotted enough to feel no more need to stay huddled with it's fellows in the corpse's jaws. He'd have to pry the gold off later, but hey, maybe the tooth being attached still would fetch a higher price? One never knew. Scientists and alchemists loved gold, it had fantastic electrical conductive properties after all. What good would it do down here in a hole? He shook his head as he held the tooth and the pin up to G to show his prizes victoriously, only to find the giant monster leaning in close. His flesh-colored bits of skin flushed as he shook his head, and he instinctively pulled his scarf up more before sliding out of the grave to try to push the lid back down into the hole again. The stench was terrible, but he was used to this sort of thing. The smell of formaldehyde reminded him of home.