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Calder had received a text asking if he'd be able to come over and talk. While he was always happy to talk to the undead, his room had....still needed some fixing. It was also very wet, and all the chair had been broken during his fit. So, instead, he asked Barth if Malodore could come over. Seeing no reason not to, Calder sent a text back to the undead to come over to Barth's whenever he wanted, and while Calder waited, he had the perfect excuse to cuddle up with Barth on the couch.

"That's probably Malodore," Barth said, looking regretfully at the remote for the door, which was just out of reach. He had no objects to couch cuddling, and had made himself very comfortable while they watched reruns.

"You don't err, mind getting that for me, do you?"

"Ah, bene," Malodore said with relief as Calder opened the door, looking quite chipper. "I was a bit worried, given the meeting location, that perhaps you had suffered a relapse of your illness. All is well in that respect, I hope?"

As the plague doctor entered, it nodded pleasantly to Barth. "Buon giorno, my friend."

"Nope. I'm feeling as fit as a...well, as I can be. Still healing a bit from the trip, but all is well." The burns from Red were all but fading now, but that was no concern for Malodore. He certainly felt like a million pumpkin seeds when he was cuddled up on Barth's bed though. The ultimate form of therapy in his opinion.

Flopping on the couch, Calder made himself comfortable, and pouted at the offer to go elsewhere. "Aww. It's comfy here." Everything was plush and had the faint aroma of Barth. After sleeping here several times, he just felt very safe in the boil's dorm room. "...but if you want to go..." Calder grumbled, looking over at Malodore in a pleading sort of way to get him to stay put. The undead had a bony butt after all. Wouldn't it like to sit in comfortable chairs?

"Only burns, like half the student body," Barth said, grumbling, "in the collective and personal sense."

Barth tried to think of the times Malodore had been invited to his room, and regretted that it was mostly associated with disaster.

"...And I wouldn't call Christof's experiment a catastrophe, although I am sorry we haven't- err, spent more time. Socially." And professionally, come to think of it. "Is this a social visit?"

"Social? I imagine so, unless you have a medical or scientific issue that you'd like my opinion on." Malodore opened its beak in a smile. "Calder is quite right. I owe him a large amount of thanks. I only regret that events delayed my expression of such - grazie mille, my friend." It inclined its head towards Calder. "Everything went magnificently. I now have an excellent array of ideas for follow-up events."

Then its tone turned more sober, and its beak closed. "I also wished to see how you were, after everything that has happened. I was kept far too busy with the patients I saw in the triage tents to see to the well-being of everyone I wished..."