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It was a rather sudden decision for the demon, and a sudden anything for Barth was surprising for Calder. It had only been a day or so after that event and the ground was still thawing while the cleanup was just starting to be planned. As for Calder, he was newly stitched, bandaged, and set to bed rest - or tub rest in his case. The schedule was blocked with no moving, strain, or shape shifting. In short, it was going to be a BORING time for the usually energetic kelpie.

It was while talking with Barth to see how things were going and if, by taking lots of breaks on his way far away and up the hill to the demon dorms, if he could come over, that Barth mentioned he was in the middle of getting ready to leave. Actually, to be more correct, it was after many dodging 'errs' and roundabout turns in conversation that Barth finally got around to saying he was going home.

And that was why Calder was beside a horseless carriage, having left his dorm early, and only armed with one bag of luggage, of which Grimhold looked at due to it's rather small size, and set upon the top of the carriage. While the vampire did that, Calder leaned against the carriage, resting. Even the short walk to the gates had been exhausting. Everything felt sore. "If you don't breath does that mean you don't get winded and if that's the case, would that mean you would be an excellent swimmer? Could you hide the key to a safe in your organs for safe keeping?" Calder asked, continuing off in a tirade of random questions he had for the vampire. "Have you ever tired other hats before you settled on that one? One in black with a orange sash and some nice flowers would look nice on you and still give you plenty of shade."

Calder felt that Grimhold would still look good in a nice, flowered hat, but was disappointed the vampire didn't like water. He wanted to see if he ever would like to go for a race - well, when he wasn't stitched up. As it was, he had a set of instructions for his bandages in his pack, and was, as they put it, 'taking it easy' for a while.

At the mention of Barth, Calder perked up, looking out and moving slowly to meet his boilfriend, giving him a soft hug and was about to give a kiss when he stopped, glancing at Grimhold. If Barth was 'engaged', he didn't know if he was allowed to be intimate with his boilfriend. He stepped away instead.

"I didn't see him when I was coming, but I didn't pass the Monster dorms, and left rather early." He pulled on a bit of his bangs, adjusting them. "I....had to take a few breaks." It was embarrassing to admit he had to rest to just get to the gates. Usually, he could just trot the distanst without breaking a sweat.

"When did he saw he would be coming?"

An Estate? Amrita had never been to one before, or seen one before...and it was actually questionable if she had even heard of one before now. The point is, it sounded fancy and she never took well to things that were meant to be fancy; she wasn't fancy at all, and just couldn't do it right, if her etiquette grades spoke any truth.

Either way she had been roundabout invited, and she was so eager to get off school grounds she agreed immediately, albeit quietly. And probably only to Barth.

DC was left with more food and toys than he'd know what to do with, and once everything was in order she wandered towards the front gate. She had a small bag (given to her by Lizzy) that contained a few nicer clothes (made by Lizzy) just in case, along with a book (borrowed from Lizzy) incase she couldn't sleep; unlikely, but who knew. All she could hope for was to not go into a complete body lockdown as she tended to do after stressful events...

"Hullo~" Shyness filled her voice, but she was really in awe; a carriage! She'd never been in one! So far her methods of travel were feet, that brief ride on Chopper, or the train. The latter was terrible...but this was cool! "...Th-thanks again for inviting me!" Backwards hands worried at the straps to her bag, completely unsure of what to do next. Up until then her focus had been on Barth and the carriage, but as her gaze wandered she noticed Calder, and then...Christof. Her face darkened a little in a blush, suddenly feeling more awkward than she had been, if that were at all possible.

"Ah...Um. H-how are you all feeling...?" She stammered out to the three of them.

Calder was happy to see Christof, though not overjoyed. He still had questions for him back at the trip, but part of it seemed too distant to bring up, and he was feeling rather tired to be digging through the memories of that night to question. If it came up, it came up, though it was nagging on him to push it. As it was, he simply gave a wave at the rather haggard looking undead. The lack of bags was only confusing as he wondered if Christof just didn't have anything to pack or if he wasn't coming, which worried him to leave the undead alone on campus. They all needed a break, and Christof might be attacked when they were away. That or spend all his time around Riley.

What was even MORE surprising than anything was to see Amrita, and a smile twitched on his face to see her, glancing at Christof a moment before back at the undead. Now he did have questions about this. He had seen the kiss and also recalled a certain tent incident before that, and was making a connection. To see her here made Calder wonder if Christof asked if he could bring her along, though he wasn't about to ask who invited her and make her feel unwanted.

He wanted to talk to Amrita after all. They had MUCH to talk about.

"Hello, Amrita. I'm.....good I guess. Not dead yet." Though he was rather upset by his lack of ability to do much running around. He liked running...and swimming....and moving around! STUPID STITCHES!

"Are you okay? It's good to see you. Are you coming along to take a break too?"

Christof stood awkwardly, watching as Grimhold took care of the luggage and tending to anything else... he wasn't sure what to do. Wobble in place and hope someone asks something of him, he figured helplessly. He wasn't sure if he was going yet or not. He didn't know what he wanted to do.

His parts might have been put back together, but his brain felt numb and exhausted. He didn't feel like thinking. He didn't feel like doing much. Just... say good bye to his friends, he supposed, and let them go on their way.

At the sight of Amrita, though, things became more complicated. Was... she going as well? His stomach clenched, glancing meekly from her to Calder and finally to Barth. Hands rising, he signed slowly, "Need-assistance?"

Grimhold took Amrita's bag, stood to fasten it beside Calder's.

"Being good? At the house of a Gluttony demon? Perish the thought. Handsome," Barth said, as sweetly as possible. "Up. Go on, up. You can do it."

The long-legged dog just stared at the first step into the carriage, and wagged his tail slowly.

Handsome struggled awkwardly in Christof's arms, reaching backwards to lick his chin. Once in the carriage, he sloped off the seat, sprawling out in the floor.

Barth didn't think anything of Christof's surliness, but he remembered the last trip he had taken. Christof had pleaded to come with him then, not thinking much ahead, or of the responsibility of the other Marks he wore. Now, Barth wanted rid of them, and would not remind Christof of them. He didn't want the sojourn to be troubled with any over-arching pressure. He wanted the choices to be small, easy ones, not conscious or symbolic. And he wanted Christof to come with him.

Amrita's presence was multi-purposed.

"Did you ever find the Doom Buggy?" Barth asked, taking Christof's hand, "Or Chopper? I err, I didn't get the chance to look for them."