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Princess Eva was eyeing him. It was a bit...disconcerting really. She did not look pleased. But really, how was he supposed to know that his homework would run up and lick her as soon as he set her down? "I am sorry Princess Eva, but I must look after her for class. She is my homework. And I have promised Alexander that I would meet him, and I do not know when he is expecting me. I shall return later."

She seemed to have narrowed her eyes at him. But at least the cycorgi had not yet been able to leap up onto the bed, so she was at least safe for now. "Your dinner is in your bowl," he said, walking back to set the bowl on the bed so she would not have to brave the cycorgi to get to it. As for Lady Terror...well she seemed perfectly fine about everything really. She had even played with the puppy a bit. Yin still left the room heavy-hearted though, it was devastating to leave Princess Eva like that. But she would be even more traumatized if she saw the zomboil's room.

He made his way across the campus quickly, a pair of rats dangling from one hand. Alexander had said that they would have dinner, but he had not specified whether or not Yin should bring something. And Yin would rather that they have too much food than not enough. Walking into the Undead dormitory was not quite as bad as last time, as this time he had tightly wrapped two shirts around him and then layered over that his gift from Ulmuka. He had used spare wraps for his wrists and palms, as well as making sure that his legs were well covered as wearing two pairs of pants did not seem to be a real option. He still hurried through the hallways and down the stairs, taking them two at a time as Alexander was not with him. He soon found himself at the zomboil's door. He knocked. Silence. Knocked again. Silence. He carefully tested the door and it opened. The zomboil was not there, and he could only (hopefully) assume that he had gone to get food, though he had no idea what Alexander typically hunted at the school.

Undead eyes stared at him from around the room, but Fei bounded up happily. He shut the door and leaned down to pat him on the head gently, long fingers carefully scratching him behind his ears. Now then. Where to put the rats. Finally he decided that the only thing to do was set them on one of the bookshelves in front of the books. He picked up a fairly decimated shirt from the floor and attempted to removed part of the layer of dust, not that it helped in all likelihood. In fact, the shirt might have contaminated them, he really could not be certain at this point.

And now just to wait for the zomboil's return. Or...well there were things that he could be doing. He eyed the room. Alexander had said that his pets liked trash but...well...maybe he could understand them liking clothing. That was soft. But that candy wrapper there? Or that paper? He began to collect those bits, neatly stacking any papers that he found on one of the bookshelves and making an ever-growing pile of trash for the obvious waste. There were bits of rotted meat that not even the pets would touch anymore and he began putting those in an empty bag, glad that he had a rather strong stomach, and was used to tasks that not everyone would complete. Oh and while he was at it? Well the clothing would probably be better off if it was at least in somewhat organized piles. Shirts here. Pants there. Socks and undergarments over there. Just about the only thing he was not finding on the floor were ties, which all seemed to be perfectly situated on a rack apparently designed for that purpose. At some point he even made the bed as he moved, the activity at least keeping his blood flowing, though his nose was beginning to run from the cold as he worked.

When the sound of the door opening reached Yin's ears he could not help it that he tensed up, jerking his head toward the door. It was almost like he had be caught doing something he perhaps could not have been doing, but really it was probably just the surprise of the noise. He looked at the zomboil and smiled, dropping one last piece of trash (for now) into the complete trash pile. "Hello Alexander."

The zomboil seemed to be surveying his room rather closely. "Yes, it appeared that I arrived early. I was not sure when you actually wanted me to show up and did not wish to be late." He made no comment about what he had been doing, which was rather obvious. He was not going to tell his bonded that his room was filthy, or that it desperately needed cleaned, or that he was fairly certain that some of the garbage he had picked up was beginning to attract Fear and might have grown into something given enough time. Nor did he mention some of the smells that had assaulted him as he had gotten ever closer to the floor. Those were things he really did not wish to dwell on, and as a guest it would just be rude to point them out.

Not to clean them up though apparently.

But whatever it was that Alexander was holding smelled delicious. "I was uncertain of what you had planned for dinner, so I brought a few rats in case. Would it be alright for me to feed them to your pets?" He scooped up the pair, not wanting to leave them on the shelf. If he did who knew how long they might stay there.

Yin had never considered that the zomboil might not appreciate his attempts at cleaning the room, as paltry as they were. There was still a mess, and he was pretty sure there was mold growing up the side of the wall just over there. If only he had known that mold did not grow in cold climates...but that simply would have brought up too many questions as to what that actually was over there. As such, he did not realize how uncomfortable Alexander seemed to be.

"Oh, I am fine for now. I suppose I have to start getting used to the cold at some point." Yes, with his layers he would survive, though it was uncomfortable and seemed to be sapping energy from him now that he had stopped moving. And immunity to Alexander hinting they should leave? Yeah, he had that.

He crouched down, glancing around at the pets. There was the cycorgi of course, and Fei, as well as the pet he had captured for Alexander and at least two others he had seen the zomboil with. And a lot that he had seen partial glimpses of as they had fled to new hiding spots when he had started moving things. So it would probably be bad for him to leave whole rats for them to fight over. The dead creatures had already stiffened up and he began ripping them apart, the sound of cracking bones and tearing flesh making his mouth water. The smell of blood seemed to be causing a bit of rustling around the room as well as he began laying out limbs on the mostly clear patch of floor, unable to force himself to just throw the bits around the room.

Last but not least he dealt with the heads. These he carefully decimated and when he finally straightened up he offered the rather pathetically tiny rat brains to Alexander. Zombies seemed to go crazy over brains, and while it was certainly not even a mouthful perhaps Alexander would like them. "How was your trip to get food?" If he had known the zomboil would have been leaving the campus he would have accompanied him so he was not forced to carry the bag by himself.

At least Alexander had like the treat and had not scoffed at it. And before he knew it (which was odd for the weremantis when it came to the zomboil), Alexander was wrapping a blanket around him. The blanket, like the rest of the room, was cold, but the extra layer would probably warm up to some degree. The chair he was told to sit in seemed much to nice but it was not really a question and so he sat down, not really used to such comfortable chairs. And trying not to marvel in how relatively clean it was.

Oh an uneventful trip? That was good. But Alexander had a talent for making the weremantis feel rather awful at times. When he thought about Alexander he never really considered money to be an issue. The zomboil always had it, and seemed to treat it as not being anything to worry about. But now he was confessing that he did not have enough to even purchase the meal that he wanted. And he had been spending money on Yin.

Yin really did not like being showered with gifts, or accepting too many of them. He had tried to bring rats as a contribution, but obviously that had not been enough. "I do not require food," he pointed out quickly. Yes, it smelled delicious. Yes, he wanted it. But he did not need it. "And I have collected a couple of seeds in my room. You can take them next time you visit so you have something." He was obviously worried about the idea of the zomboil not having funds to eat. Zomboils should not go hungry. "I can probably hunt things for you as well, it is not that much work, and there is plenty of prey in the forest." Feed him. Feed him well.

Alexander not having food might kill Yin though. Or at least cost him chunks of flesh. It was a possibility that haunted the back of his mind. And his shoulder. Really though, he could see where Lady Van Rotte was coming from. How could one appreciate something if they did not work for it? Buying the brush for Princess Eva...that had been special. It had meant more when he had given it to here because of all the effort that had gone into making the money, selecting, and then purchasing it. "What is mine you are welcome to Alexander, if you need anything you should tell me. You have purchased things for me before, and I would gladly share what I have."

Yin made absolutely no move toward the food as the zomboil began pulling items from the bag. "Your mother? I would not wish to waste her time but if she would not mind I would speak to her? You are very lucky to have her as a parent." Not that he had any idea as to what to say to her, but if he was here the least he could do was offer his greetings and well wishes while Alexander was on the phone with her.

Too many mine and yous and yours. Yin might have just been staring at the zomboil when the food was shoved at him. Oh, this batch had something wrong with it? Then it would probably be fine if he ate it. He was reaching for it when Alexander just dropped it on his lap. He picked it up, noticed it was warm, and quickly closed both his hands around the container to try to warm them up a bit. He no longer cared what it was, it was warm.

Carefully he picked it up, noting the rather odd texture around it. Watching how Alexander had worked at it he tore it apart, putting a bite of the meat into his mouth. Interesting, and rather unlike anything else he had ever had. "What is this? And how is it cooked?" he questioned, happy to devour it but rather curious about it.

Lady Van Rotte did not think he was a waste of time? That was encouraging, and he could not help but be happy that she felt that way. And she...she thought of him as one of the family? Already? Yin had not known that. "Oh, so you told her?" he really was not surprised, he knew that Alexander was close to his family. And he certainly had the right to inform them. Just for some reason Yin had never considered it before. He took another bite, eating around the bones. For now.

Oh, so that was how it was done. He kept eating, biting off hunks of meat, trying not to eat like a feral creature as the sensation of ripping meat off of the bone appealed to his more instinctual side. He noticed that Alexander actually wiped off his mouth and chin. He even did his best not to cringe as Alexander dropped it on the floor. Win some, lose some.

He was just reaching for a second piece of cockatrice when Alexander started choking. When the zomboil actually started to reach into his mouth Yin came out of his chair, no longer willing to watch his boilfriend choke, even if he was pretty certain that he did not need to breathe. But then it was apparently no longer blocking his throat and he watched with satisfaction and pleasure as the zomboil swallowed. Okay, so things were back to normal. He took his seat again, reaching for that second piece of cockatrice.

"Well, that is completely up to you really. I can certainly wanting to keep certain things private or wishing to add additional stress to your life." Because really, would the weremantis blame him when he had only really told Miss Danny? And was ridiculously private about just about everything when it came to their relationship?

"Precisely, and there is no rush to tell everyone." IT was really a need to know basis, and he had just told the fire demon so that she could know how things had worked out. Princess Eva had been there, so there had not been a need to inform her of when they had finally come to an agreement. He continued to happily devour the cockatrice, not precisely enjoying the greasy feeling on his lips but enjoying the juicy meat that the breading contained.

"Oh I...I did not know what you were thinking, but it is fine. There is no need for you to apologize. But you should know that if it is you I do not mind the interruption," he dismissed the very idea of it being rude rather easily. Then he thought a bit more about the class. "I had not realized that you would be interested in human studies, though I suppose it makes sense." He glanced over at the bookshelf, "It does seem that you are interested in most topics. Is there anything that you will not read about?"