Morton:
Morton had not forgotten the boil that had given him the bag of seeds at the auction. It was, after all, thanks to that demon boil that he'd gotten not one, but several kisses and a rather willing date to the scarentine ball. He'd sworn he'd take his time to find the boil and thank him properly after the ordeal was over. Thankfully, he'd managed to sniff out the demon's scent before he left the auction grounds, which was why Morton was currently in feral form, climbing up the demon dorm building.

Every so often, he'd pause and take a moment to sniff the air; this was technically not the first time he'd been there having visited Julian once or twice, but the problem was, he had no idea where this other demon's dorm was. Plus, there was also the risk of er... peeking in through the wrong window, which he really wanted to avoid. Ghouls didn't usually answer favorably to having a skeletal gargoyle's face peering into their rooms at night.

Alas, when a lamp came crashing through the window to his right (nearly hitting him in the process), the gargoyle's troubles were more or less eased. Out of the hole the projectile had created in the window came the scent of the demon boil which he recalled from the auction. Not only tha but... was that Sin's scent too? Blinking in mild confussion, Morton peered into the room through the hole in the window, "Oi!" he called out, swiftly deciding that maybe coming in uninvited... was a bad idea, given the fact the boil had just thrown a lamp out his window. He seemed to pause and perched on the window ledge, shifting his weight from leg to leg, "You er... are you okay?" another sniff of air confirmed that Sin had, indeed been here, "Was Sin here? I can still smell her. Are you her friend?"

Rosciel:
Rosc was pressing a cloth to his eye when someone called out from outside. Teeth bared, he grabbed his blindfold and more or less tied the first cloth to his face in order to hold it against his bleeding eye socket. That done, he stalked to the window and looked out, only to see... Whatever it was, it looked like a monster. It could have been a demon, but monster seemed more likely. It certainly wasn't a minipet, since it was too big and talked.

"What's it to you if she was here or not?" he growled, more than a little pissed off and not too keen on talking about it with someone else. And what was this boil (As he guessed from the voice) doing on the building anyway? His vision was a bit spotty from the hit, but Rosc had the idea that he wasn't in fact a demon. So what was he doing climbing about on the Demon Dorms? Was he just another one of Sin's stalkers, is that why he asked? If he was, Rosc had half a mind to shove him off the building.

Morton:
The growl was actually not missed, and the large skeletal creature tilted his head. He was looking at the demon through green light that seemed to flash through the sockets where eyes should have been held, "Well, nothing much, really," he told the other boil honestly, "I just wanted to know if she was around. I figured I'd go visit her after talking to you, if she was free. She's my sex-ed partner, and sometimes I protect her window at night... she gets creepers looking in..." a pause followed and the creature narrowed his eyes, taking a moment to look at the inside of the room and then at Rosc himself, "I just came to thank you for the seeds, actually. Your seeds helped me get the ghoul I wanted."

Morton wasn't usually one to ponder things over too much, nor was he someone that stood out as particularly bright, but that didn't mean he was dumb. If there was something Morton was, it was intuitive, and he hadn't missed the other boil's body languge when he'd spoken of Sin. He'd been protecting the ghoul and that... was actually something he'd never seen before. He was, as far as he was aware, to date, the only one of Sin's male friends whom was far more interested in protecting her than looking at her figure.

"You... don't look like you're at your best today. I just wanted to drop by and tell you that I owed you. That I'd gladly help you, if you ever needed it," he paused again, his eyes narrowing somewhat, "Something tells me you might need my help now - did you fight with Sin?"

Rosciel:
Rosc was just about to walk over to push the boil when he said something that made the incubus stop. He sometimes protected her window from creepers. And on top of that he had interests in another ghoul, so he was just Sin's friend, nothing more than that. Damn if that didn't make it hard for Rosc to hate him.

"At least they did some good," he grumbled and slumped down into the windowseat. All his minipets had fled about the time he'd thrown the lamp out the window, MC especially since he had been on the seat barely inches from where the lamp made contact with the glass.

"Fight is not the word I'd use. Surprise, anger, and lose her are far more appropriate." The words were out of his mouth before he could really stop himself. He ran a hand through his hair and thought about taking something to ease the pain in his head. There was nothing he could really do about the pain in his chest.

Morton:
As far as Morton was concerned, anyone that wished to protect Sin (even if they didn't quite realize what they were doing), was good in his book. He watched through narrowed eyes, taking in the other boil's body language; it spoke of sadness and defeat, and again... that seemed to gain him points as far as the gargoyle was concerned, "Hhhhmmm.... ghouls are tricky," he told Rosc before pausing for a moment, reaching out with a clawed hand to open the windowso he could slip in.

Having stepped into the room, he took a moment to close his eyes and soon enough he was in his student form once more, running a hand through his own hair. The movement mirrored Rosc in a way, but Morton had done it more out of confussion than anything, "May I ask what happened? Sin's not usually someone that gets mad. And by the looks of it and ... that poor lamp, I think the fight was rather big."

Rosciel:
Rosc tensed a bit when the other boil came into his room. His room was his safe zone and he preferred to keep it off limits to anyone else. But it was too late now and he was already in and changing. He wrote it off as Sin's friend was just rude/ignorant.
"You've no idea." So far at this school, he'd met the ghoul of his dreams, then a pleasantly blunt ghoul who proceeded to help him lose the ghoul of his dreams in that stupid auction because she apparently liked him. And now that he had told Sin who he was, he was screwed.

He didn't move from his seat, but he did close the window again. There wasn't much light in the room now that he'd thrown one of the three lamps out the window, but enough was filtering in from the moon that he didn't feel like getting up to turn on another light that he didn't even need.
"We are- were pen-pals. When we first met, I didn't look like this and when I saw her here, I couldn't tell her who I was. When I finally told her, she thought I was messing with her emotions or just trying to get her weaknesses or something and she hit me and stormed out." There, he'd said it. It was probably the most sharing he was capable of doing.

Morton:
More than ignorant, it was probably due to the fact Morton had no idea what the jacking hell personal space even was. He came and went freely from Coralie's room and the reaper had never stopped to tell him others might find it rude, "Oh, I think I might have a small idea..." he took the moment to lean against the wall and turned his gaze down upon him, watching him for a long moment.

When Rosc told him exactly what had happened, the monster turned his gaze towards the ceiling, hmmmmmed in thought and then made a face, "Demons," he said with a sigh, "You lot make this all so difficult," he didn't seem to be berating Rosc as much as.... actually berating both of them as a couple. He simply didn't quite understand the way demon motivation worked. With him, it was a lot easier than this, "So I guess the fact you're sitting here, talking to me means she didn't believe you when you told her that was not the case right?"

He fell silent after that, apparently pondering something or other before his gaze slid over to him, "You helped me get Cora. It's thanks to you I told her how I felt, which landed me kiss. Sooooo I guess I owe you big time," he motioned towards the window, "How say I have a talk with Sin? I'm going to take your word for it. You seem honestly debastated, and frankly, you're the first boil I've seen that's more interested in protecting her... than looking at her breasts," he seemed to pause and ponder that; he'd never understood the fascination others had with breasts. But then, who was he to talk? He was just a skeletal gargoyle.

Rosciel:
Rosc folded his arms and leaned back against the wall.
"She barely gave me a chance, too set against me," he replied, his wings ruffling a bit at the other boil's thoughts. He didn't make this difficult. Well... No, he had kept it from her because she had this idea of him. Every single eee!-mail that they had discussed his appearance in, she had gone on how he was so handsome, that no one could look better than he with his dark features. He didn't want to break that thought in her mind. He had thought, maybe he could find out, if that really did matter to her.

Maybe he had manipulated her. No, he had. But he had done it to see if she could take it if he didn't look like she hoped he did. Had he screwed this up? With his own bitter pseudo-admissions, he'd manipulated her into finding out that she didn't care as much about his appearance and more about himself.
"By all means, she's not going to listen to me, not anymore." He paused there, thinking for a moment. And then his lips pulled back slightly to bare pointed teeth.
"Let me know next time you see one of her creepers. I might like a talk with him."

Morton:
"Sin is sweeter than she likes... letting people see," in fact, he wasn't even entirely sure why the succubus had opened up to him. Perhaps it'd been the fact he hadn't been after wooing her, like most other boils, "I don't really know you, man, but you're okay in my book. I'm not sure what allwent down here. I'm sure there's more than this to it but... you dont deserve this," he motioned towards him: the state Rosc was in... spoke for itself, really. Also, was that blood he could scent in the air? Eeesh. Demons, really, "She might listen to me. She knows I'm more worried about her safety than anything else. Can't help it - goes with the whole gargoyle thing."

An amused snort escaped him as the incubus bared his teeth and forced out his threat, "Yeah, don't worry too much. I don't think you were able to see me in my other form - most peeps that come face to face with a growling, territorial gargoyle, flee. Got you covered there," he seemed amused, his arms crossing over his chest, "But if it makes you feel better, I'll tell you. Maybe you can give them a piece of your mind."

Rosciel:
Rosc rubbed his cheek a bit. The pain had started to fade but a little rubbing always helped.

"Yeah, I know. She's a lot of things people don't see," he said with a bit of a sigh. Figures it'd be a blind guy who would see what no one else really could. He considered the gargoyle closely. Rosc could tell he was telling the truth, and he had seemed very thankful about getting his ghoul from the auction. So he wasn't a threat, was only looking out for Sin. The boil didn't know how much this was helping Rosc. Sin was the only reason he had really come to this school. He could have stayed with Nic, kept training with them until he was more ready, could have gone to any other school. But no, he had asked for a favor from his mentor, asking if he could choose Amityville. He had to join a demons-only club, or at least try to, within his first year in order to make Nic happy letting him choose. Otherwise he'd be pulled out.

He moved then, standing and moving away from the window.
"Well, whatever happens, thanks for the help," he said with a nod of his head, leaning back against the wall by the window.

Morton:
"Well... not sure how much good it'll do. That'll be on you, man. I'm just probably going to be able to open up the door a crack - you'll be the one doing the real work but..." he shrugged his shoulders at this point, "I recon it might just be worth it," at this point, he pushed himself off the wall and walked over towards the window that Rosc had abandoned. Once there, he pushed it open, taking note of the large ... hole on the glass before turning back to the demon, "You know... I dunno you. But I like you. Get her to open that door for you and we'll call this all even, right?"

That said, the gargoyle closed his eyes and soon enough, his form shifted again into the large, skeletal beast from before. With feral agility, he jumped out of Rosc's window and proceded to climb up higher, no doubt heading towards Sin's room. He just hoped the succubus was there, rather than pouring her thoughts on her ghoul friends.

Rosciel:
"Completely even," Rosc replied as the gargoyle left his room. It didn't take him long to realize that he had never gotten the boil's name but in all actuality it didn't really matter. All that mattered was that he was going to talk to Sin. Try to persuade her to give him a second chance. And he could really use that.

He just hoped this boil knew what he was doing.
He shut the window and closed the curtains over it, ready for bed. Or at least to lie in bed.