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Ah, the end of another day venturing out and about! Slowly but surely, he was mastering this school! Well... least in getting around and such as that. Stretching his arms high above his head, he enjoyed a nice stretch before he pushed open the doors to the demon dorms. Though he hadn't been sure of the place at first, the decorations grew on him and he no longer desired to stay up late and redo everything. Besides, what would the rest of the Dorms think? And his parents.. bleh, whatever. Minor detail.

Finding a comfy seat, he sank into it with a soft sigh. So many people just did not know how to dress! It was rather depressing if one thought about it properly. But not all of them could become a Project. That was simply too massive an undertaking, even for him. His eyes grew thoughtful as he drummed his fingers against the arms of his chair. Now what to do? It was still early yet and he didn't know what else to do... hmph. What a pain.

By the time Lizzy had entered the common room, his eyes had been closed in thought. Really, there had to be more to do! Shame it was that he had arrived late; all the interesting classes were already full. Though he had managed to find one that appeared open... hopefully. But either there'd be more coming soon, or he'd find ways to amuse himself in the meantime.

No, it was the phrase that caused an eye to open. Fabulous? Of course it was! He was wearing it, naturally! But to hear such praise made him sit up and see who had spoken it and he was very pleasantly surprised to see the girl. "May I same the same for yours! The color scheme is perfect for you!" It wasn't often he met those who simply seemed to just get it, but this girl definitely got it! Straightening the outfit in question, he smiled up at the girl before he got up and bowed properly before her. "Please to meet one as fashionable as yourself. I'm called Livi. And you would be?" As proper demon lore, of his branch anyway, decreed!; he took light hold of her hand brushed the air above it before just as gently releasing it. Always good to start off with a good impression!

"You're very welcome." It wouldn't do to be rude to someone who knew how to dress! He was pretty positive that she made several people envious daily! Without trying! That definitely earned some respect from this demon. Seeing her blush made him smile a bit, since it seemed normal for people to do. Were they not used to such a greeting? He wasn't sure if it was something scarcely done or not, but until someone told him otherwise, it was how he said hi. To girls, anyway. It'd be.. disturbing to greet boys like that.

"Honored to meet you, Miss Lizzy." A pleased smile showed on his face at the dip she gave. Ah, a true lady indeed! This was earning the school some bonus points. Good to know people of some sort of breeding were here. Not to say all beings weren't cultured... he stopped on that train of thought immediately. As if on impulse, his hand reached up and ran through his hair. "Ah? This mess? Thank you kindly. I still wonder who I got it from, since neither of my parents have this sort of hair color. Maybe I was born lucky.. or particularly more deviant than most. I'm not sure. Your hair looks so fine and silky. I've never come across hair as fair as yours." He was very curious what kind of demon she was...

"Where do you get your fashions? Do they tailor to men as well?" If so, he'd have to visit!

"You think so?" He himself didn't think too much about his hair; past the fact that he made sure it never clashed with anything he wore. And he wasn't used to someone saying his hair fit well with it, so it pleased him on all sorts of different levels. Aw, it was simply a pleasure to be praised by someone as fashionable as himself! "Hmm, it's possible, or else it has everything to do with how you take care of yourself. For it's rather obvious you make sure you always look your best. Or... I could always be assuming." He doubted it, though. The way she held herself, the way she spoke all pointed to that simple truth.

The name of the clothing store made him tilt his head and he pondered it awhile. Baines... Baines... it sounded familiar... when the proverbial Scream-bulb went off, he tapped a fist into his open palm and nodded. "Ah yes! I have! Sadly, I have yet to go there to shop, but I have heard many wonderful things from those close to my parents. Sadly, they don't share the same care for fashion as I do... I shall have to try to find a way to see a catalog." He was highly impressed she could make clothing and he said as such. "I'm not that talented in such matters. I buy my fashions. I fear what I'd create if allowed use of fabrics and thread. I can pick out fabrics... just not make it into something one can wear."

This girl seemed rather nice and this seemed to be starting his new school year well. "Are you part of the fashion club? I'm hoping to join it. The club will definitely be more interesting if you're in it as well?" He really hoped she was in it. To be able to talk to another with ease was a rarity he felt he should horde.. if he was a Greed demon and not Envy.

She could tell that no one truly said something like that about his hair and he felt rather pleased about it indeed. "Well then, perhaps I can grow to like this mop of mine." A faint chuckle left him as he rolled a white lock between his fingers a bit, going a bit cross eyed to look at it. "Sadly, can't style it too much. Either it becomes a fro or it just looks bad. So I tend to leave it alone nowadays." He had been just about to ask how long her hair really was whens he added it in and he nodded. "Ah, but I'm sure it's beautiful either way. Do you not like it down too much? Or is it easier than leaving it down?" In his mind's eye, he was making mental photos of Lizzy; his way of documenting the fashionable people he meets or to make mental catalog of his Projects.

Not that this lovely creature needed help from him! No, she had it all settled in quite a lovely package. It did somewhat cross his mind that so far, he's only met ghouls, but he tended to get along better with ghouls than boils. Or maybe it was because boils made him act a different way. He wasn't sure. It was easier to be around ghouls, in his opinion. "I may have to do that; bring some cloth choices by and see what she can come up with. Especially since I can't wear this all the time." He teasingly poked at his outfit a bit. It was unsightly to always wear the same fashions. "Hmm, i wonder if we're allowed to go by and see it? Could you, perhaps, take me there? Whenever you're free, of course."

As Lizzy spoke of the fashion club, he frowned softly. No meetings as of yet? What a shame! "I hope something gets started soon. Belladonna? Hmm, perhaps we can meet up sometime. I'm not against meeting about fashionable folks." His smile hadn't once faded yet and he was truly enjoying this conversation. "Haven't met too many other students since I've arrived. You're the second one I've met."

"I will agree with you on that." Sometimes, he wished dealing with hair was as simple as deciding what to wear day to day. But least he didn't have to use the hair products many did much. Hair clips or ties to keep it out of the way worked well enough for him. "Makes sense then." He nodded gently at her words. "I'm still finding classes to enter but I have no idea what I'd look like with my hair up. I fear I'd look a fright with it twisted about."

Lizzy's reaction to going to her family's clothing store made him very pleased. It seemed that she also liked to spend her time looking at fashions and shopping... hopefully. Things did certainly point to that really. "Excellent! We should make a day of it, I think. I would love to try those out! Why do I have the feeling it'll be an all day trip? Not that I mind at all. Do you tend to chose fashions for others as well?"

The apology had been a tad unexpected, making him frown softly in confusion. Why would she ever need to apologize? It took a second or two for him to fully understand but once he did, he chuckled softly and waved a hand gently. "Please, never apologize. I actually liked the ideas and it wasn't like you were rambling or anything. If it was, then I'm guilty of the same crime, so no harm done, yes?" He would have placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, but he wasn't sure if such a thing would be considered too forward. However, she could tell that he wanted to comfort any unease she may have been feeling. "It is an excellent idea! That's a hobby I tend to do on my own time; helping others learn to dress better, I mean. It is a fabulous way to spend the time, I think. It's one of the things that drew me to the club, to be honest." With a faint hmm, he nodded. "Yes, most likely the case. Sooner or later, I'm sure to meet up with more people. But until then, I'm glad to get to meet you."

(( They most definitely should! He's plotting on getting her into different colors so badly XD))

"I'm sure I will. A shame there is no fashion classes, but I suppose the art and skill of looking good doesn't exactly equate to growing our FEAR strength, sadly." A soft sigh left him as he shook his head with dismay. He did understand that, as members of Halloween, the ultimate goal was to scare the souls out of meatsacks (who made up such a distasteful term??) but did it have to be an ugly thing to do? He enjoyed looking good and he could tell that Lizzy did as well. It seemed a shame that she would have to dirty herself by doing something distasteful. But FEAR made the world go round, not much could truly be done.

"It's nothing more than a shame that you haven't been able to shop since coming here! I hadn't thought that we'd be unable to when we enrolled." A frown of intense displeasure showed before he brightened. "We'll just have to make sure we go shopping often, yes? To make up for all those messed chances you've had." Most definitely was a kindred soul and he was glad they could talk like this. "Make overs are simply delightful! And I've noticed that... quite a few students here are in need of one." He said that low and in a soft whisper, to make sure no one seriously over heard. It wasn't like he was lying. "Why can't there be a fashion class? I'd even teach it myself if I was allowed! People should at least learn the basics!"

"And it is! I've already started one with a cute little ghoul named Amrita. That yellow thing she wears is nothing short of offensive and I know I can get her into something better. It's just getting her to do so without attempting to run away from me..." But there was a soft grin on his face as he said that. He had the feeling her need to dash from him was more out of shyness than of dislike of him and he was determined to show her he meant her no harm at the end of the day. Just wanted her to realize that she could look better, even at her age. "What are the chances indeed? Obviously, we were meant to meet and connect. Makes me feel less out of place..."