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The monster dorms were not really known for being the most clean, nor, the most friendly. Some monsters were known to harass others, some to feed on others, some were just...out there. Ones that just were a sort of mish mash. To Israfel, it was a center for learning about those he'd otherwise never see. To know. To feel.

And right now, he was feeling kind of...stuck. He'd been practicing his flying skills and quite frankly he hadn't expected to get stuck, much less due to his clothes of all things. So when he hit the branched he tired to wiggle out of them and got quite far...yet now he was hanging by his jacket as if Grier might have hung a student in one of the lockers. The back of his jacket was just out of his reach, and the lack of ability to just side out of said coat was frustrating.

So, Israfel was stuck outside the monster dorms, waiting for a kind hearted monster or whatever to find him and help him. Not laugh at him as a few passing demons had, (he made a mental note to practice his singing by the demon dorms later that night).

Israfel was just swinging back and forth at this point, making attempts to whistle at some passing pasrains who were really rather friendly. A few even took up to resting near him and tweeting back. Not very good conversationalists, but at least some company with which to pass the time. It was when they flew off that Israfel realized he was being addressed.

"Oh Hi!" He tried to wave but was kind of more like his arm flailed about. "I was trying to fly but um-" He spun a bit and was stuck facing the other way. "I got stuck." From the looks of it, he was unable to do much else aside from swing and sing. Which given his nature, Israfel had contemplated for a while before the birds had shown up to keep him company. His singing might have driven everyone away and then he would have been stuck even longer.

A small bounce and a flap of his wings and Israfel spun again, back to facing the red boil. "Would you? I tried to fly out but all that did was get me more stuck. And poked by the branches. I don't usually mind pokes but the branched hurt okay? Like, one almost got me in the eye. And I only have got two of them!"

At Bul's words Israfel froze and hung from the branch like statue. His wings and feathers as flat as they could be, and eyes open and wide. Deer in headlight could have been accurate if not for the fact that he was looking right at Bul, expecting the boil to do some kind of magical act.

As Bul untangled his shirt, Israfel was feeling more and more anxious and impatient. Soon he'd be free and then he was swearing off dramatic swooping. At least where trees were concerned. The creaking and cracking of wood wasn't helping as the other monster finally got the siren free of the plant's ironbark grip.

It was at that moment that the tree sought it's revenge. A sickening snap and another crack and Israfel felt himself falling like a rock, still not moving per Bul's request. As he felt himself hit the ground, and the branch clattered, Israfel thought that by now, moving, and freaking out over his savior was alright. "Candlejack! You okay? I'm sorry oh jack I'm sorry I didn't think the tree would break. It didn't hit you did it? Do I need to get nurse cricket? Or, or, I took her class and I think that makes me okay to bandage things! I did bandaging before at school field trips but I'm not sure that counts...but are you okay? You are okay right? Right? Right? Ri-"

He was panicking, but only just slightly.

Israfel's wings twitched experimentally, a few bits of wood fell out, nothing harmful. Earwings flicked back and forth before remaining skyward. A blank look as he fell back and looked himself over. Nothing visible seemed to be wrong. A quick wigling of his toes and fingers and Israfel smiled. "Yep! I'm fine! You got me down and I actually didn't break anything so uh-" The siren blinked. "Yay!" Hands went up in the air. Nothing outward was broken, but mentality wise it was hard to tell.

The sight of blood did get him riled again. "Oh jack, you got hurt!" He looked at the would for a while, earwings flicking. "....I will heal you." He sounded serious. He had a serious face on. He also pulled a wad of bandaged from his back pocket like he'd always had them. Maybe he did. Maybe he was just over prepared.

Or maybe he was just paranoid. Hard to tell.

Irsafel was all business. He was going to put his training from school to practical use. He was going to repay the act of kindness right on back like a boss! Looking toward the roll in his hands, the clean bandages begged to be used. "..." He gave Bul a smile. "Yes." He was going to use it all because this boil had saved him, he clearly deserved the best. Clearly.

As he began to wrap the small wound, the siren's head nodded as his earwings flicked around. "Yup! Nurse Cricket! She's pretty cool. I mean- wait." Pulling back Blue eyes blinked as he remembered class. "Didn't I have you in class with her? You were all...er-" Bandage wrapping took a small pause and he stared in silence.

".........." his face went back and forth between shock, confused and curious. "It's okay, I got this though." The arm was wrapped all the way, yet he kept wrapping it.

He was going to use the whole roll apparently.

It was awkward for a good while as Israfel finished wrapping the limb, which was now more or less a giant fabric covered wad of whatever. So far as careers went, 'Nurse' seemed to not be on Israfel's choice list. As the roll tapped out, Israfel gave it a nice neat bow.

Sitting back he looked at it and frowned. "Jack damn it I think I gave you a cast." Arms crossed he shrugged. "Well, it'll still heal right?" A smile came over his expression as he watched the other Boil. "You're the hero! I was stuck forever! Like, hours." He made it sound more dramatic then it really was. "I probably would have been stuck until dinner...or if one of the grounds keeper's hounds found me. But, he might have just left me here." A sigh passed before Israfel snapped out of it. "Oh I almost forgot, I'm Israfel. We..never got really intoduced, I've only ever seen you in passing. So you're a monster? How long you been here? Do you have a ghoul friend? What is you favorite class? Do you think Professor Red needs to dress up more, she pretty but doesn't flaunt it. Am I talking to much?"

"I think I am."

Israfel nodded at the healing assessment. He'd done good by the monster, but still would consider himself ever thankful to the tall boil. Earwings flicking the siren sat and listened to his questions being answered. The fact he wasn't interjecting was almost amazing in itself.

"Ohhhhh Music! And-" Eye widened. "The tuba." The tuba was not to be discussed. "I.....I want to learn how t sing but er-" He sighed. "Yeahhhh...it's difficult." Standing he offered a hand, for whatever good it might do. "So um Unstabul..I can just call you Bul right?"