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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:23 pm
((Backdating this RP. l'D;; This all happened before the Invasion. (More specifically, it happened after Moure's self-esteem got crushed here.)))
After quite possibly the most tramatic experience of Moure's academy life, the patchwork boil finally arrived home. He'd run most of the way, gotten lost a few times, and more or less was on the verge of a break-down by the time he flung open his door and slumped onto his bed. He shrugged out of his coat and set it on the chair next to him before putting his head in his hands. One line played repetitiously though his head, the words haunting him, "Oersted is right. You're nothing."
Gibralter pawed at him in concern, letting out a soft whimpering sound until Moure picked him up and set him in his lap. The boogeymon nuzzled into the stitched up arm closest to him, trying to make soft, soothing sounds. While he didn't know what had happened, he knew at least that something had gone horribly wrong. The minipet hadn't seen Moure look so upset since the letter from Cphira had arrived. Something had gone horribly wrong, and the boogeymon was determined to try to fix it, even though nothing he was doing seemed to be having an effect.
The patchwork was still lost in the quagmire of self-doubt and crushed esteem, despite the boogeymon's attempts to help him. He had known all along. Why had he tried to pretend? Why had he tried to act as if he belonged there? He wasn't even worthy enough to be a waiter there, and he'd pretended as if he was worth being a customer? How could he have deluded himself? He knew the truth. He was nothing compared to someone like Danny, someone like Oersted. He was a patchwork. A servant. Not even good enough to look at them, let alone eat dinner with any of them. He should be ashamed for even trying to think he was worth something--
RRRRNN. RRRRRRRNNN. The sudden sensation of his pocket vibrating was enough to break Moure out of his daze, and the patchwork pulled out his phone, not really fully noting the 'Incoming Text From: Danny' playing across the front. After a few moments of simply staring at the device, Moure watched as Gibralter manuevered the phone (that was, in fact, still in Moure's hand) until the top moved and the text was displayed. Text From Danny moure. im so, so sorry. all of what oersted said is wrong. im really really really sorry. Text From Danny please tell edel i said hi. i mean it. go tell her.
Edel.
He looked to his door, then gently moved the boogeymon from his lap. He could do this at least for Danny. He could go talk to Edel. His brain wasn't really connecting the fact that Danny was trying to help via using the Frost Demoness, but none the less he felt the urging of the text. Plus, with his mind still reeling from the night's events, an Errand was at least a direction to head in. Gibralter gave a concerned snuffling noise as Moure made for the door, worried for the patchwork. Moure, gave him a nod that said 'it's okay' and left his dorm.
Moure cringed slightly as he entered the Demon Dorms front room, the decadent decor reminding him once more of both Cphira and that horrible event at Oersted's resturant. He didn't belong here. What was he doing here? Why did he keep pretending to better than he knew he was? He knew his place, didn't he?
Quietly, spirit nearly as broken as it could get outside of his doctor's range, Moure took the stairs up, allowing his feet to take him to where he needed to go. Finally, he found himself standing in front of Edel's door. He swallowed and looked away, tentatively reaching out to knock before pulling back his hand, unsure. What right did he have to bother her, a high-class demon? He looked back to the door and took a deep breath before reaching out and cautiously rapping his hand on the door's surface. "U-um, Edel, it's me... Moure..." Moure's voice was still shaking slightly, as it had been doing since Oersted had put him in his place. He was such a wreck right now, and it was actually quite amazing that Moure hadn't just broken down yet (both mentally and physically), all things considered.
If anyone knew how to rebuild something though, be it a sculpture, relationship, or someone's self-esteem, it was probably Edel.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 4:45 pm
The faint knocks on the door had Edel look up from her work, a half-completed ice sculpture that sat in the middle of the room that was, and stare at the door for a moment. Roch? Was there something else about the play he would have liked to mention? The ghoul was about halfway there to the door when she heard Moure's trembling voice which sent her bolting to the door. What happened? was the first question that crossed her mind, even before she opened the door. And when she did, a gust of cold air blew out at the patchwork boil who at that point looked like a complete wreck. “What happened?” she burst out, blue eyes scanning the boil desperately trying to find out what the problem was. At least he wasn't in pieces, literally, though it seemed that the same can't be said about his emotional state. It was the second time she had seen Moure looking so distraught, the first time was at the infirmary but this ... was much, much worse.
Edel took a step back and to the side and opened the door wider. “Come in, please.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 5:07 pm
Moure's face, for a brief, ever so brief moment, brightened when he saw Edel open the door. The cool air that rushed from her room flicked his hair slightly, and Moure's face returned to how it had been when he'd walked to her room. She was worried, Moure realized that much. Someone so amazing as Edel shouldn't have to worry about someone like him, how could he be making her so worried? At her question, he looked to her face, his own still open as a book like usual, and managed, "I...I met Danny's brother..." Moure's eyes probably still flashed fear and panic at the mention of the angry fire demon, and he looked down for a moment before continuing. "And I remembered something that I'd forgotten." He'd pretended to be worth something. He should've known he couldn't get away with trying to be something he wasn't.
For a moment, Moure wanted to reach out and embrace her in a hug as he had during that horrible field-trip, let her presence comfort him as his had for her, but he couldn't do it. His hand moved forward slightly, as if to reach out for hers, but then retreated. He'd learned his lesson. He knew his place. How could he burden such an amazing ghoul as Edel by holding her hand? Did he even deserve her attention at all?
When she invited him in, he gave a thankful nod and the barest glimpse of an empty smile, and moved inside the cool room. He looked around for something modest to sit on, and then back to Edel. His voice was still shaking slightly as he spoke again. "Thank you..."
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:28 pm
Met Danny's brother. Met Danny's brother? It was odd, why would he have met her brother? Edel was left slightly confused for a moment and then she caught the look of fear and panic in Moure's eyes. How and Why he had met him wasn't important anymore. The frost demon's eyebrows arched down and she tried to catch his gaze before it fell to the ground. She felt her heart tighten just by watching him. Exactly what could have happened?
"And I remembered something that I'd forgotten."
Her heart quite nearly broke as she watched his hand reach out and retreat. It was terrifying, how fragile he was, as though should she reach out for him he might just crumble into pieces. Edel couldn't phantom what could have happened to have caused him to be so emotionally distressed. What was it that he had forgotten?
Without a word, she reached for him, carefully, and took his hand in hers. The ghoul sat him down on the couch nearby and rather than sitting next to him, she crouched down by him side, still holding on to his hand. “What happened?” she repeated her question, more calmly this time. Whatever it was, she would be there for him.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 7:15 pm
He was worrying her. Moure knew that he was worrying her, and he his sorrow rose even more. That much was evident. But why would an amazing woman like Edel worry over his sake? He wasn't worth her worry, was he? How could he worry someone like her?
Moure let the gentle, amazing frost demon take his hand, an action that stirred a deep relief somewhere deep inside him, and let her guide him to a nearby couch. "Thank you..." He said softly as he sat, still holding to Edel's hand, and looked to the blue-haired ghoul who had crouched down by his side as she voiced her concern. She wanted to know. He better start at the beginning, then. Moure swallowed (an action that those familar with him would know was not completely normal, due to the fact that Moure didn't actually have to breath or swallow regularly anyway) and looked to Edel's cool fingers in his, and spoke again quietly. The usual, nearly omni-present chuckle or joy in his voice was gone, and only the slight tremble was still evident. "Well... Danny asked if I wanted to go to dinner during her break, so I said sure, why not, you know? Well, she sends a hearse, it was a very nice hearse really, and I ended up at this really, really fancy resturant..." Moure swallowed again, recalling the okay start of the night. In an almost musingly way, Moure whispered, more to himself than to Edel, "I knew I didn't belong...why did I think that I could belong..? I should've been serving those customers, not pretending I was one..."
Moure, as if realizing he was speaking aloud, shook his head slightly and continued with the explanation. "A-anyway...we go up to the resturant and then entire place was so nice, so high-class . I think almost everyone up there was a high-ranking demon..." Except me, me and Rikki. Moure didn't add that last thought, and instead he just gripped Edel's hand a little harder for a little moment. "Everyone up there was so much higher than me...I almost expected to see Cphira up there, honestly..." Moure attempted to suppress a shudder that went through him just from saying his creator's name. He shook his head and finally started again. "But so we sit down, and we're chatting, everything's fine...And then Rikki and Mr. Oersted show up. I was glad Rikki was there for Danny, but Oersted...he was like the manifestation of everything I'd been running from..." Moure shuddered again, and his hand gripped Edel's a little tighter, as if he was searching for some kind of support.
"And Edel...he knew Cphira. He called me out on it... He knew Cphira." His voice caught on it his doctor's name, choked with fear and sorrow, and he couldn't completely suppress the shudder that came with the mention of his diabolical doctor. If Cphira ever found out that he'd tried to be worth something, his unlife could, quite possibly, be over. Figuratively and literally, even. She would never let him live it down. His head sunk to one hand, the other still embraced in Edel', as his mind endlessly replayed the night's events. It was by almost all willpower that Moure hadn't just broken down completely, at this point. The patchwork tried not to look up to Edel's face, tried not to let her see how shaken he really was.
He wasn't doing a very good job.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 6:20 pm
She let Moure speak, holding onto his hand all the while. Something began to dawn upon her. Something that she had always tried to push out of her mind. But if anything, Moure's experience had made it all very clear that it was something they couldn't avoid. School was different. Or maybe it was just she. Race didn't seem to matter to her but to society, it did. She knew, she should have known. Even though her family lived apart from most of society there was still a sense of hierarchy in the household. Going to a fancy restaurant and getting humiliated there. Edel felt terrible, even for Danny. That could easily have been her in the flame demon's shoes and her father taking a similar position as Oersted.
Edel looked at Moure. He was so close to losing it completely. ... Was he afraid of her too? Would he be able to handle the fact that her family was upper-crust too? It wasn't any secret, honestly, but it could happen that someday ... he would meet her parents too. Seeing him so upset and conscious about his status was hurting her too. His issues were deeper than just a lack of self-esteem. The ghoul really didn't want to think of it, but she had hit upon the realisation that she could be bad for him.
However much sadness and conflict she was feeling because of it, now wasn't the time to show it. Edel gave his hand a light squeeze. “Don't run, there's no need to run. You are wonderful just the way you are.” Moure was a runner, yes. But this was where he should stand his ground and fight back. She had said it once and she would say it again. He was worth more than that.
Something else was bothering her too. It was clear from the way the patchwork said her name that he was terrified for her. “This Cphira...” the frost demon had a vague inkling of who she might be but decided to ask anyhow, “Who is she?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 7:53 pm
Edel was so good, so, so good. Moure wasn't sure he deserved someone so good. Especially someone that was so much better than him. Edel deserved better than him.
Despite knowing that Edel would be better off with someone, well, someone better than him, Moure still heard some part of his brain trying to tell him, "Don't think that. You're good enough." Some part of him, however supressed by the lost of self-esteem and the situation of his life, wanted him to know that he didn't want to lose her, no matter what the circumstances looked like. He didn't want to lose her. He hadn't during the Haunted House, and he didn't now. He would never want her to be out of his life. This realization tried to work it's way past the quagmire of crushed esteem and to the front of Moure's brain, but it was making slow time in getting there. It would be a while before those thoughts fully occured to him.
When Edel squeezed his hand, however lightly, Moure felt as if she had just given him a shoulder to lean on, an anchor to secure himself to so he wouldn't drift off into his sadness any further. He looked up when she spoke. His expression of sorrow softened, and an flicker of relief flashed across his face at her words.While he couldn't run from the truth any more, having Edel by his side made him feel that he'd have the strength to face it. "Thank you." He said, trying to fully process her words. He couldn't remember the last time someone had so sincerely praised him. Unbidden, his words came again. "...Thank you."
Moure had just started to regain at least a shard of his confidence when Edel asked that fated question. Though he tried to hide it, a flash of panic, deep-unmovable fear, traveled across his features. His hand tightened around Edel's, trying to think of how he could explain his insane Doctor. He swallowed, then took a deep breath and started to explain the best he could. "She goes by Doctor Roxanna Cphira. She's...she's my creator." Zyphiris In case I forgot to tag you. l'D;;
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 11:54 pm
She couldn't say that it was unexpected. She should have been informed. It was logical, that a patchwork would have a creator. Something in place of a parent, except ... The ghoul looked at the way Moure was reacting, even just by speaking her name aloud, she could tell this wasn't so much a healthy parent-child relationship he had with her. No. He was afraid of her.
Edel shuddered. She didn't want to imagine why.
“T-This Doctor Cphira ... does she treat you unkindly?” she was asking the obvious, but she wanted to know. There was something she could do couldn't she? But first she had to find out more about this Cphira character. However...
“It's alright if you don't want to talk about her,” she backpedalled slightly, even though she wished she didn't. But with Moure in such a state of fear and panic, the last thing she would want to do would be to extract the story from him and cause him even more grief. “You're safe from her here aren't you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 3:16 pm
Moure watched anxiously as Edel seemed to process what he had said. Did she know Cphira, had she heard of her somehow? He hadn't ever imagined the possiblility of one of his friends knowing her, and then Oersted had happened. Did Edel have someone in her life who had worked with Cphira before? Moure's RPM-meter of a heart clenched slightly when Edel shuddered, as he had often done when hearing his creator's name.
Moure took a moment to process Edel's question, looking from the frost demon to their clasped hands to the floor. His mind flitted to what he'd seen happen to the other patchworks in Cphira's estate, from others he simply worked with to people he cared about. He gave a little nod to Edel's question, then, before saying quietly, "Although, she treated me better than some of the others..." He gave a sad little chuckle before continuing with, "You can't run errands if you're broken, after all."
Moure shook his head slightly when she told him he didn't have to talk about it. Maybe if he aired it all, maybe he'd be able to get it out of his system... "No, no it's alright. I should tell you..." He took a breath before starting, the first thing coming to his mind being the letter she had sent after the field-trip to the Haunted House. As he spoke, his hand, even as it was enclasped in Edel's, shook slightly."I thought I'd gotten far enough away. She hadn't bothered with dealing with me since I'd started school. Then, after the Haunted House incident, I got a letter from her." He gave a slight shake of his head. "She always speaks as if she's so sweet, but under it all, you can tell she's trying to poison you, you know? It's...cloying, that's it. Her words are always so cloying, as if that can hide the poison." He frowned, her words playing through his head, the letter she'd written to him practically burned into his memory. "I think she's just trying to get me to fail, you know? Trying to get in my head to distract me...why else would she add in, 'Oh, by the way darling, Rifter's arm got incinerated the other day. I just couldn't get there in time. Such a shame too, it was a nice Part. Oh well. Anyway, he wishes you luck, since we all know you need it.'" Moure was paraphrasing, but just barely. The way Cphira spoke, so casually about tragic things that she's probably caused, and especially how her voice lilted between cloying and threatening, scared and disgusted Moure.
"I'm sure she's just taking everything out on Rifter since I'm gone, you know? Frustrated that one of her creations got away..." Moure shook his head, then looked back up to Edel as if it dawned on him that he hadn't explained who Rifter even was. "A-ah, Rifter's one of Cphira's older patchworks. He's pretty much like an older brother to me, and he always tried to make sure I was okay when I was back there. She's probably been taking out me not being there on him." Rifter had always been the ideal older brother in Moure's eyes. He loathed that Cphira took out her rage on him now that she couldn't just yell at Moure. He gave another shake of his head, and finally answered to Edel's latter question, "I think so. As long as I don't get kicked out of school, anyway. That bet's the only thing keeping her from storming down here, really." Still recovering from his eariler evening's events, Moure's brain didn't process that Edel probably wouldn't know about the running bet that Moure had going with his creator, the one that allowed him to attend the school as long as he didn't get kicked or flunk out. Zyphiris (Sorry it's so long. o u o;; )
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:14 am
Edel remained crouched beside Moure, unspeaking, unmoving. His words were hitting her like a ton of bricks, leaving her a little shell-shocked, numb. She didn't know how to react to all the information... she needed some time to think. Edel slowly slipped her hands away from Moure's clasp, bringing them to her lips, touching each other at the fingertips. The ghoul paused, then stood up. She turned around and began to pace the room, her mind working furiously trying to digest what Moure had just said and find some way, some way to do something about it.
It was strange, what she was feeling. She most definitely was upset but her emotions were running up and down from each end of the spectrum. Anger, sadness, and inexplicably, some slight of happiness.
Think. Oersted, Danny's brother, somehow knew this woman Cphira. A person of high importance, or status. Someone who does business with other demons. And a bet. A bet?
“What kind of bet.... what bet?” she asked, spinning around sharply to face the patchwork. “You will not be kicked out of school, I promise,” she assured him, despite not being in any real position to. Her mind went back to the memory of the promotional exam, guilt-tripping her for a moment. But as of yet, she had yet to know of anyone who had been expelled from school. In fact, it was more likely that students would leave the school on their on volition, given the current circumstances. Or-
-the school could close down. Jack knows what the rumours and the press could do to the school.
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 9:03 pm
Zyphiris (Super late tag. ; A ;''' I'm sorry for taking so long!)
apprehension as she pulled her fingers to her lips and began to pace. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his frazzled mind tried to connect the dots that were Edel's actions. Was he worrying her? He was worrying her, that much was clear enough that even Moure in his rather shaken state could realize it. He'd only seen Edel like this a few times, the most recent being the Haunted House, when they'd spoken in the front yard and she had filled him in on everything that had happened with the Hunters. Not wanting to interupt her pacing, Moure simply continued to sit and watch.
When Edel suddenly questioned what the bet was, Moure's brain started churning again. His mouth pulled down slightly at the mention of it before straightening out into line, and he looked up to the Frost Demon before speaking again, "It's how I got Cphira to let me come to this school." Unconsiously, Moure's hand lifted and sifted through his hair, before he continued. "She was, ah, firmly telling me about how I would never make it anywhere in life and that I should be honored that she allowing me to work by her side in her next, ahh, experiment. There was no chance I was going to go down like that without a fight, and I was grasping for straws by then, so I suggested a bet." The memory was, and probably always would be, fresh in his mind, despite how much time had passed. Moure shook his head, a slight, almost surprised chuckle rising at how lucky he'd been. He sounded a bit more like the Moure everyone knew, the more excited, cheerful Moure. "The bet was to see if I could manage to make it all the way through a good school and not flunk out. If I make it through, I don't have to go back ever again. If I fail out, I'm stuck going back." With that explanation, Moure felt as if some weight had been taken from his shoulders, unburdening him at least slightly. Someone knew why he was here.
When Edel announced that he wasn't going to get kicked out of school, Moure's head tipped up again, and he looked to Edel with surprise and relief in his eyes. He didn't know if she could do that, but he knew he could trust Edel with anything. He wanted to ask her if she was sure, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was, "Thank you."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:56 pm
Edel listened carefully to Moure, the knot in her stomach tightening. Anxiety welled within her as she braced herself for what was possibly a terrible bet that Moure had made. And then he said it. Edel couldn't help but break out a smile.
“Well then, I guess that's just two more years to go!” she grinned, “You're Year Two now aren't you? And you've not done anything to warrant expulsion at all!” The frost demon tapped her chin and paused for a moment to think. There were some things they could do that would help to ensure that they would not get kicked out of school ... such as currying favour from the professors (which on second thought, was highly unlikely) or gaining extra credits -
“Have you been to any of the Open Classes that were introduced recently?” she asked brightly, “They are optional, but it doesn't hurt to take them and learn a few new things. And if it helps, you'll be seen an even more hardworking student than you already are!”
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 8:40 pm
Moure's eyes followed Edel as she walked, slight worry over how she might react to his predicament. When she smiled though, Moure felt as if a weight lifted from his shoulders and a corner of his mouth pulled up unbidden. Edel's smile cut through the gloom that had encompassed the patchwork eariler, letting a little hope form. If Edel was smiling, nothing could really be that bad.
Her grin was infectious, pulling a small one from Moure in return, his expression looking a bit more like the one that usually took place on his face. Her cheerful words lifted his spirit, nudging him with the thought of that perhaps his life wasn't as bleak as he'd thought before. It couldn't be, not while Edel was in the picture. "Two more years to go." He repeated, his slight grin growing a little larger. "Yeah, even though I had that unfortunate incident with the sharks during our exam, they still passed me." Her bright comment about how he hadn't done anything to get expelled actually brought out a little chuckle, the happiest sound he'd probably made since before the dining incident eariler.
"Open classes?" Moure asked, eyebrows raising slightly. By the frost demon's tone, Moure could only assume that these classes were good for you. "They sound...interesting. And it always helps to learn new skills, right?" Moure said, sitting up a bit straighter and looking to Edel with curiosity. It was a welcome distraction from his eariler emotions. "Have you taken any of them? If so, which would you suggest?" Edel's comment of looking like a even better student kept the grin on his face. "I guess they would help for that reason too. Have a lot of people been taking them?"Zyphiris Sorry I'm so slow. ; A ;''
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:05 am
Much to her relief, Moure's mood was starting to lighten up a little, abating her worries. Perhaps it was that she did not know the full extent of Oested's derision, but the ghoul was led to believe that the problem couldn't be that bad ... or that at least, the main issue lay with the patchwork's lack of self-esteem and confidence. That would be fixed, in time....
“That's right,” she answered, grinning. “I've taken quite a few actually, first aid, a stealth course, a number of rather strange classes really,” she replied, pausing to think, “Though I do suppose that you would excel in the Trial of Thunder Road – a speed and endurance course.” The ghoul flushed a little as she recalled that experience. “That should be something right up your alley,” she continued.
Edel frowned a little, thinking about Moure's last question. In truth, she wasn't sure, most of the classes she had taken were a private affair hence she never really did see anyone else take them. However, she was a little certain that they could be attempted in groups ... “I'm not sure about that unfortunately,” she answered a little sheepishly, a little disappointed that she couldn't give him an answer, “I would think so maybe, I've done most of them alone though I'm sure they can be taken in groups...”
And then, the frost demon had a bright idea. “Would you like to take one together perhaps?”
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:39 pm
It seemed Edel's presence really was helping out Moure's emotional state. How could he be so upset when he was with her? It seemed that Danny had been right in texting Moure and telling him to go to Edel. Just being with her was helping, and the way she was talking now, so brightly and encouragingly, was giving Moure hope.
There were so many classes that Moure hadn't realized his school offered. "I didn't know we had a stealth course..." He said, trying to imagine it all. It seemed that Edel had taken quite a few of the courses, as he had expected. His attention was even more focused on her words when she mentioned they there was a speed and endurance course. A grin formed on his face, followed by a slight flush when she mentioned he'd probably excel at it. "I hope so. That's something a Runner should be able to do. And it sounds like a lot of fub. I'll have to give it a run." Why Edel was blushing at mentioning the course, Moure didn't know. He did know that if he'd seen her run it though, he would've been cheering her along the entire way.
Moure's head tipped slightly when the ghoul frowned. Was something wrong? Then, once she'd spoken, he gave a somewhat-relieved nod. If she was only upset that she couldn't give him an answer, he had nothing to worry about. "I'd think they'd be able to be taken in groups...I mean, they're classes, right?"
Edel's propsition was greeted with a grin, one of the happiest he'd had all night. "Of course. I'd love that, actually. Which one should we take?"
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