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The room was way too full of testosterone. That wasn't how Roch put it, but that's how it was. He reached up, drying his hair off with the towel and heading into the hotel room, dropping down on the bed nearest the bathroom.

Austin and Vegas looked up at him, making him wonder what they'd been doing. "Shower's free," he said, grabbing his phone off of the table between the beds. He frowned for a bit, thinking over the people he wanted to check on, then rolled through his contact list, picking Taryn's name.

"Mine," Austin said, standing and heading for the bathroom.

Roch ignored him, and waited impatiently as the phone rang in that same old disturbing manner.

"Hey!" Roch said, breaking into a grin. He didn't notice how suddenly Vegas, who had started looking through a magazine, glanced up curiously at that tone. "How's it goin?" he asked her. "This is Roch, but I kinda figured you knew that, right?"

Sooo, it wasn't someone he called ALL the time, but it was someone that was familiar with him. And that tone? Vegas was betting female. Especially considering all the ghouls they'd seen him talk to. The kid was a player, and didn't even realize it, he was positive.

"Ah, well, I went and took my year two exam," he said, leaning back against the headboard. "And when I was planning on goin' home for a bit--you know, a little vacation--I wound up bein' kidnapped by my dad and my granddad. We've been riding around Halloween on motorcycles for most of the week," he told her. He seemed so comfortable with that line, as if being kidnapped was a usual occurrence.

"But I wanted to talk to you," he said. "Since we haven't seen each other since the tent. How are you doin?" he asked quietly.

"I'm alright," he said. "My granddad healed my back, hell, I'm feelin' better than I have in a while," he admitted. He glanced up as Vegas sat down on the bed next to him, kicking his feet up on it and looking extremely comfortable eavesdropping.

Roch gave him a dirty look. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something, though," he said. "You know I made a deal with you back then, so you gotta teach me to bake."

"I got turned down," he said simply. "So you gotta teach me to bake to get my mind off of it. Besides, I could SERIOUSLY go for some cupcakes. Although I got a ton of chocolate from Muertes. Hey, you want a chocolate skull? I bought a twelve pack!"

...... rebound ghoul, Vegas thought. That... well, they would probably have to have another one of the "talks."

"So far Muertes has been my favorite," he said. "I made a new friend! Her name's Carmelita, she's one of those Catrinas. But she's like, eight years old," he said, laughing. "Cute little thing, but I didn't understand a word she said, practically. You would have liked her, she was really good at bossing me around."

He thought about the day they just had, frowning slightly. "And I ran into Lizzy today," he said. "We're in this massive Reaper town, it's weird. Which... probably sounds weird coming from a reaper, huh?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Well, there aren't any tail holes in the pants," he said firstly. "That was a definite benefit. And the clothes all looked like they'd fit someone with proportions somewhat like mine, which was pretty cool too. The buildings have normal sized doors, the roads are cobbled, there's lots of smithies and vets around, and everyone looks somethin' like me..."

He shrugged. "Basically it's boring as hell. Anything happen at school that I should know about?"

"Yeah," he said. "I even passed my test and everything. We had to catch invisible pups and get paper out of their collar. Course... there were some plant traps and pitfalls and stuff, but that really doesn't matter when you got jerky."

Vegas was grinning, and flipping through his magazine again. The kid was interesting, that was for sure. He hadn't been bored once on this trip.