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In his time at Amityville, Thackery had opened his eyes after a long night of restless sleep to some very bizarre things. There were Boogeymen, there was Christmas music, there were dramatic tantrums from his dorm-mates. But there was nothing quite like this.

He was mid-stretch when he noticed an unsettling extra weight on his chest, his shirt pulled a bit too tight for his liking. Considering the sheer amount of kitsunes and various other minipets running free within his room at every moment, the most logical explanation for this was that one of them had gotten too cold overnight, and had opted to bury itself in his clothing instead of curling up in front of the fire. Wouldn't be the first time.

Without a moment of hesitation, he plunged his hand into his shirt.

And just sat there, nonplussed, fingertips smashed against something he had never felt before.

The Cerberus was out of his dorm room, making a beeline towards the reaper dorms so quickly that he hadn't even taken the time to properly dress himself, taking strides as long as his slightly shortened legs would let him. His choice in attire should have been a bit higher on his priority list; dressing in adorable monster shorts and midriff-bearing shirts was usually fine (for the most part), but his new-found curves left his shorts far too tiny and his shirt exposing so many things that it had to be replaced by a sloppily-tied scarf. Never had his clothing felt so impractical.

"Ash! Pleeeease, Ash!" whined a voice that even Thackery didn't recognize. Frowning and hating it, he decided to frantically scratch on the door instead, because that was certainly more reasonable and less annoying.

The somewhat startling height difference between Thackery and his boilfriend typically did not bother him (aside from making him feel less-than-powerful), but when Ash opened the door, that promptly changed. Her line of sight was in one of the most unfortunate of places; as she stared down the cleavage that spilled from the reaper's apron, he wondered how shorter students even managed to walk down the hallway without uncomfortable disaster.

"I-I don't know!" she squeaked, cheeks hot with the blush that spread across them. "Thank Jack, I thought it was just me, but...well um, I guess this isn't much better." Seeing Ash so uncertain and emotional was possibly more worrisome than this whole ordeal itself. That didn't give her much hope.

Her tail, fluffier than usual, was very nearly tucked between her legs - if her shifting stance, furrowed brows, and wide eyes were not enough to indicate her discomfort, her tail undoubtedly topped it all off.

Awkwardly, she reached to hug Ash, stepping from one side to the other in an attempt to find a proper hug position. It didn't work. The end result was a strange hoverhanding, facesmashing ordeal.

"Okay, okay, um, we need a plan, I think. We could stay here and wait it out...or try to find a teacher...or anyone else who has any ideas. Or we could use our experiment abilities to fix it." After their study session, Thackery had a very inflated idea of his scientific abilities.

"What do you think? We're probably not gonna have to stay like this...right?" She stared up at Ash with concern, arms crossed in an 'x' over her chest, palms clutching her shoulders. Permanence of this problem would bring on a whole new set of issues and worries, an avalanche of trouble and heartache she was not sure she wanted to address.

"Thphn mfht unfmmngth." Oh, right. Talking while buried in those things was not really going to work. How did anyone even talk while cuddling ghouls? It was probably impossible. Definitely impossible, she decided, as the two pulled apart.

"The walk over here was like the longest walk ever, so...yeah, I...think not leaving would be good. You're right." She frowned down at her "clothes," if they could even be considered such, exhaling with a low, disgusted growl. "I'll have to get new outfits. This is gross."

Upon being placed on the bed, her eyes held a bit of sparkle that had been previously absent today. One of Thackery's favorite things about Ash was how strong he was, and when he (she, in this case) showed it...

Her tail wagged frantically. This wasn't all bad. Ash was still Ash. She was still Thackery. They just looked ladyish.

"Well. Hm, what is there to-"

Ash's hand through the blonde hair that fell just perfectly over her eyes. Fingertips against fingertips and palms against palms. Her heart was fluttering.

"KISS. I want to kiss." It broke the silence so irreverently that it almost sounded filthy. When Ash looked to Thackery again, she would be staring with an intense desperation, leaning towards her.

A little taken aback by the grope to a strange, strange new place, Thackery scrunched up her nose and tried not to laugh. Why hadn't she thought to do that? She'd been so concerned over getting them to fit into her clothes that she hadn't even inspected them properly. Well, for the sake of knowledge...

She smashed as much as he could within her palms for just a short moment, yanking her hands away with a start. She was well on his way to another gigglefit; "weird" really didn't even begin to cover that feeling.

Though she had wanted nothing more than to be soothed by Ash's kisses, she hadn't expected her to follow through with such a thorough response. She gasped into the kiss, fingers scrabbling along her back as she tried desperately to find something to hang onto, lest she just float away in this hurricane of feeling.

"Mnnf, A...Ash," she tried, teeth grazing her lips in the interim between kisses. There was a definite softness that hadn't been there before; juxtaposed with the strength of the reaper pinning her down, it was intoxicating her past the point of sensibility.

Thackery wasn't sure if she would refer to these things as nice, but she did love compliments, so she greedily took it and offered a smile in return. Her grin only grew larger as Ash paid special attention to her ears and tail - she did love having them petted - and didn't disappear until it was lost in another kiss.

Bleary eyes stared up at Ash, breath caught in her throat. What had she wanted to say? Her thoughts were coming in torrents, all urging for more kisses, insisting upon more affection.

She wiggled comfortably in her lap, throwing her arms backward to wrap them around the other ghoul, playing with the long hair that begged to be touched. A blush covered her cheeks as she shifted to better look at her, relishing in the closeness.

"...love you, Ash," came her whisper, punctuated with another kiss.