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Amrita was actually running. It was a rare sight to see the Vetala run, but that was because it was as awkward to do as it was to watch. It involved running on her toes with very stiff set ankles which was not easy, but it was do-able. This run was the first run she had done in this body, so it should have surprised nobody that--

"AH!" She fell flat on her face in the dirt. "I'M UP!" It didn't take long for her to get back on her feet to go the rest of the distance to the Reaper dorms, racing up the stairs (going up was easy!) and to the boil's dorm.

"ROCH!" She cried out, knocking heavily on the door. "Are you home?! Roch! Please! Quick!" It sounded like life and death, and to make matters worse, she (and the front of her strapless burnt orange dress) was dirty, certain places darker than the others.

"Oh thank jaa---AACK!" Amrita wasn't squeaking because he answered the door in his boxers, or because there was a man-chest in her face (come on, she wasn't Lizzy, seriously), but because she was being pulled into the room. It surprised her, it threw her off balance, and in her stumbling attempts to right herself she ended up falling against his bare torso.

"U-um!" She stammered once everything stopped moving, she tried to assess what was going on physically, but she was still able to carry on with what she had wanted to say.. "N-no one, just...you have to...come quick!" That tone of urgency in her voice wasn't going away.

Why yes Roch, those were boobs. Nice squishy C cups. Enjoy that.

Amrita didn't notice however, and instead she nodded and found her footing, stepping back from the boil to let him do what he needed to. While she waited she chewed on her bottom lip, linking her hands behind her to fidget where he couldn't see.

"This way!" She answered him, curling backwards hands around his wrist to lead him out of his room and the dorms, practically pulling him along. "C-come on! Before it's too late!" The ghoul was quickly leading him away from campus, on the path towards the maul.

"Eh? Oh, no." Amrita shook her head seriously. No, there was no food rush. What was a food rush? Oh well, she'd ask later. "Well...no." She said again; sadly, no sales. "Annndddd....n-no." She hung her head a little. She still hadn't found one that she liked. So far, all of his hopes were being dashed. The poor boil.

"This way!" She said instead, bursting through the mall doors and rushing to one of the stores. There, in front of it, she stopped and pointed with her free hand...to the tank in the window.

"That!" 'That' was a fish. A bright one.

All that fuss, all that urgency...over a fish?!

"I know, right?!" Amrita piped up, straightening her posture as best as she could in pride. "I saw him and thou--ah!" The ghoul scrambled after him, trying to keep her own balance while being moved into the store with him. Just in case though, she squeezed his hand to hopefully use it as leverage to keep her on her feet. "

The shop owner could only stare as they approached; he knew Amrita, she was there often after all! But he had never seen her like this before; she was dirty, her hair was mussed...that wasn't TOO out of the ordinary, but when he took into account there was an unkept boil beside her, holding her hand with his vest open, well...that sent a couple questions to the forefront of his mind.

"Err...What can I do ya for...?" He said hestitantly instead, not sure if he should ask. Amrita, blissfully unaware of how they looked, merely lifted her gray eyes to Roch, letting him take over.

"Y-yes, Yes I'm fine..." She stammered shyly. Amrita's free hand went up to hold Roch's wrist while they both worked to steady her, and all the shop keep could do was stare. Of the countless times that Amrita visited, he could count on one hand the number of times she brought someone with her, and to have them act like this...?! SOMETHING WAS UP. It took the keep a moment to get back to business and by then the Vetala had detached herself from the Reaper, dusting off her dress absently.

"S'at so, mm? It'sa rare yanno, only seen one other in my life--" The keep looked old, so that was probably saying something. He made a big show of stroking his chin, eyeing the pair before him. "Since yer little 'Rita's, err--- friend---" It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.

"300 seeds."

"Yeeeeap, three hundreds." The old keep held up three fingers, hoping to get his point across. "Rare fish, boyol." He reminded the punk, before looking back at the fish in question. Amrita was as dumbfounded as Roch; that was...that was a LOT for a fish! Even an awesome fish!

The ghoul pouted, chewing on the inside of her lip and pondering what she had back at her dorm; odd jobs and pure luck landed her with seeds to spare, which generally went unused because...well, she didn't really shop. While Roch deliberated, the ghoul tapped his upper arm and leaned up on her tip toes to whisper to him, in case it was a secret.

"I can lend...a hundred, if you need it?" Sure that was gonna go towards her guitar, but...getting Roch something he wanted was more important!

Amrita frowned again. "I can wait! It's just a guitar, and that fish won't be around forever!" She protested, really wanting to help her friend. But he went on to try and haggle with the keep, and she was left to feel unhelpful.

"Can't promise boyol, but I'll try." Since this boil was a friend of Amrita's, and Amrita was quite the loyal customer, he would at least give it a shot. Something told him it was unlikely to find a buyer for the fish anyway. It was good to know he still had a future buyer. "Whassyername, Kid?" 'Amrita's Friend' probably wouldn't help his records or memory.