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There was a smugness radiating from the hungry ghost as he made his way home from the monster dorms. A certain air of satisfaction that only seemed to come about when you've spent the majority of your morning tangled in the sheets with a pretty ghoul and not much else. There was a spring in boil's step as he walked, hands crammed into his pockets. Lips pursed as he whistled an upbeat little melody. It had been an exceptionally nice morning for the jikininki, and now he was on his way back to his dorm to change for a bit of a friendly sparing with Sharra over at the fitness club room.

Upon entering the ghost common room he didn't immediately notice the plate of cookies and actually walked right past them. Stopping only as the rich aroma reached him and pulled him around to stare curiously down at the carefully stacked spookies.

A quick glance around showed the large room was as empty as it usually was, so it wasn't immediately obvious how the treats had gotten there, but also explained why they were still there. Granted, not every ghost had an actual appetite. Seiji was one of the few that bothered with silly things like meals, but eating was a part of who and what he was. It was hot wired into his ectoplasm.

Sharp teeth clicking thoughtfully, he ventured back to the table and plucked up the note. Smiling fondly as he read it over. "You're too kind, Ash." Of course he'd fall for the simple trick. There was no reason for him to suspect anything was amiss, and it wasn't out the realm of possibilities for the banshee gal to leave him a little something just because.

Two of the spookies disappeared in a matter of seconds, and a third was sticking out of the boil's mouth as he tried the stack the remaining treats on a napkin so he could transport them back to his room for later consumption. They were tasty things. Even had a touch of something sickly sweet that reminded him decay.

A familiar shriek drew Seiji's attention up from his little tower of spookies on the table. Dark eyes staring blankly back at the raging ghoul as she hollered at him. There was still a spookie half in his mouth, and he brought a hand up to grab the edge of it, breaking off that half of it so he could chew the remainder thoughtfully as he watched Sarias close in on him, white fists assaulting the air. Was she crazy? Ok, that was a stupid question, he knew Jack well she was crazy, but she seemed, if possible, crazier then was normal for her.

Swallowing, he wagged the uneaten half of the spookie at her vaguely. "What, did you finally go off the deep end completely? I am dead." His tone was incredibly flat and unamused. It matched the bored expression currently resting on his features perfectly.

Now that he really stopped to think about it, he hadn't seen Sarias since they'd had their fight. Not that he was complaining, frankly he'd expected her to do all in her power to make his and Junko's lives miserable from that day forward, but he hadn't heard a peep from the banshee. It struck him as odd, though if she had indeed finally gone bat s**t insane then that may very well have explained things.

"Just for curiosities sake," he ventured curiously, taking another bite of the spookie then continuing to talk despite his mouth being full. Rude, yes, but also highly infuriating. "Why am I meant to be dead?" It was obvious now that the treats he'd found had not been left by Aislin, but Sarias herself. He wanted to know what she'd done to them, not that it really mattered. The boil could eat pretty much anything without consequence.

Yeeeeep, she'd gone certifiable. What the Jack, had his yelling at her triggered some sort of mental break? Couldn't have been losing him as a friend, she'd said herself he didn't mean a damn thing to her. Of course, this didn't look like the behavior of someone that didn't care. He frowned, taking a second to really look at her before screamed at him, knocking his cookies out of his hand. "Hey! What the Jack, Sarias?" He was gunna eat those, damnit! Well, he still could.. Them being on the floor didn't really mean a whole lot to the hungry ghost. He ate worst.

He wouldn't really get much of a chance to try to pick them up though as the ghoul exploded at him. Pale face actually going blue with her rage. It had red on black eyes going wide as he looked down at her. Ah, so the spookies were poisoned, that explained the sickly sweet taste, not so much why he should be dead. "I'm not a reaper, I'm a ghost." He pointed it out in such a way to remind the ghoul that that should have been obvious. "And a jikininki at that, I can eat almost anything. You know that."

Why in Jack's name did she want him dead in the first place? If he didn't mean anything to her then why was she wasting her time with plots of revenge? She was vindictive, he knew that, but even this seemed a little extreme.

He was actually a little thrown when she buried her face in her hands, hardened features softening just a touch as clawed fingers reached up as if he'd touch her. Trying to comfort her despite everything that'd gone on between them, her and Junko. He wasn't heartless after all. That hand dropped away though she started yelling again, and her words came as something of a slap in the face. Forgiveness? "What the Jack are you talking about, Sarias?" The last he knew she didn't want his forgiveness, and he didn't owe her any apologize. When exactly had that changed, and why wasn't he informed of it.

The remaining bit of spookie in his hand was discarded on the floor with the others, and he crossed his arms across his chest. Expression suitably puzzled by her behavior.

His puzzled expression slide right back into flatness as she spoke, but really, he couldn't argue with her logic. Well, most of it. He would eat just about anything without discretion if it sat still long enough, nature of the race. He should have known she couldn't have gone very long without bringing up Junko though, and he bristled when the other ghoul was mentioned, lips curling into a defensive sneer as his hands tightened on his own arms. "Watch it, Sarias." Did they really need a repeat of their last conversation?

Seemed as though she was far too keen on her ranting to really let his comments dissuade her. She was pacing as she spoke, rambling on and on about her attempts to poison him and the effects it should have had on him, his inability to get even that right and her wanting to lock him in her room- Wait.. Dark eyes narrowed on her as she finally trailed off and he blinked in surprise when she noticed her expression. She looked like s**t, but beneath the obvious physical signs of high stress and general insanity she looked.. hurt.

Just one minute though. What was that part about locking him in her room? "What do you mean locked up in your room?" She'd made it very clear she wasn't attracted to him, that he didn't mean anything to her, so why in Jack's name would she want him around. Except maybe to watch him suffer, now there was a reasonable explanation.

"Sarias, you don't care about me, remember? I'm an idiot, an absolute fool, and nothing but a waste of your time. Any of this ringing a bell? You told me I meant nothing, that our friendship meant nothing. So why are you.. What.." He cut off with a frustrated growl, human fingers coming up to smooth a few escaped strands of hair back from his face. "I don't get you."

Chiseled features hardened further when she spoke again. Once more insulting, belittling him at every pass. It pulled at his lips until he was damn near sneering at the ghoul as she spun around to stare up at him. The sight that met him though when he met her eyes was enough to startle him. Tears? Why the Jack was she crying? It was enough to cool the hostility and replace it with puzzled apprehension. He was completely out of his depth here.

She started screaming at him, advancing on him with every rage filled exclamation, and Seiji had to resist the urge to back away from her. He wasn't scared of Sarias, he was strong then her, but she was not behaving normally. If anything, he was hoping to simply avoid setting her off even further, because as loud as she was, as emotional as she seemed, he knew there was another level. Banshees always had another level beyond the "human" norm, he knew that from experience.

The confusion deepened when she punched at his shoulder, dark brows creasing. "Sarias.." Done? What had he done to her? She hit him again, and there was no power to it.

One hand lifted as though he'd catch her wrist to lift her hand from his shoulder, but she dropped both fists before he could do it. One pale hand raising to cover her eyes. His voice was much softer now then it had been as he spoke to her, then hand he'd raised before now hovering uselessly near her shoulder. As if he would touch her but wasn't sure he should. "Sarias, what are you talking about?"

He'd believed her when she'd told him he'd meant nothing, that their friendship had meant nothing. There'd been no reason to to believe it, but now? Clearly she'd been lying, and brought back to mind their last encounter, the fight, and for the first time there was a flicker of guilt in the pit of his stomach for some of the things he'd said to her. The guilt didn't help him know what to say to her now though, and he stood quietly as he looked down at her. Watched the glitter of tears roll down her cheeks. He'd done this.. They both had really, but right that moment he felt awful.