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To say that Sheridan was in his room was true only in a loose definition of the term. In fact he was just outside his room, sitting on the ledge just outside the high window of his upper story room. Sitting on the ledge of the window, and watching the dragon's twitching tail rather intently was the lynx sized white cat affectionately (or not so affectionately) dubbed the cat of evil. A title said cat, who's real name was Tanaka, was quite happy to bear.

Upon hearing the knock at the door, the cat was instantly on his feet with a rather loud 'mrowl', as if he thought his owner might not have heard it. Or maybe it was a warning to whoever was outside the door that this was -his- domain and that they had better watch their step!

"Hmm?"

Sheridan turned, his attention first caught by the cat, and then turning to the door at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Just a minute!"

He called back, stepping through the window and back inside the room and making his way to the door. Giving the cat a look, he opened the door to find Circe standing behind it.

"Hey, what is it?"

The Reaper beamed happily up to the dragon boil before once more frowning. As her smile had just been part of his imagination. "Sheridan... There's something in my room. I don't know what it is. Can you please come over and get it?" She pleaded with the boil before she noticed cat of evil. "Aww, it's so cute and fluffy!" Circe squealed like a little school girl.

She gently shook her head. Don't get distracted by the cat. It's just fluffy and cute. You can do it. Circe took in a deep breath before she crept just an inch closer. "Aren't you a cute little thing." She said in a baby talking voice.

Okay, so maybe it was a total sham that something was in her room and even if there was that she would need his help, but that was far beyond the point here. She needed him to think that she had an issue that only he could fix. Maybe it wasn't the greatest plan but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Amon Larethian

Just as Circe was about to reach out and pet the fluffy and cute cat Sheridan once more drew her attention to him. It wasn't as cute as it looked? What did he mean by that? Looking at it once more it really did look cute and adorable. Like it needed her to pet it. And cuddle it. And take it home where she could love it all day everyday. She sighed. If he said it wasn't as cute as it looked then she would take his word for it. Sheridan wouldn't lie to her. Would he? Circe almost gasped. HE WANTED THE CUTE AND FLUFFY FOR HIMSELF! Touche.

Circe rose to her feet once more and grabbed the boils wrist, just ever so slightly dragging him out of his room. "Then come on! Let's go!" Circe declared before she let go of his wrist and began her decent out of the monster dorms and back toward the Reaper dorms. "It's HUGE!" She said as she walked, her arms mimicing just how big it was. "But I've never seen anything like it before." Circe once more clarified, trying to act as if she was a little bit worried about what it was in her room and not at all aware of how it managed to get in her room in the first place.

After several minutes the ghoul arrived on the second floor, her door still shut. "Doesn't look like.." She muttered as she unlocked and opened her door. "It's... Over there... Under my bed." If he could get far enough into her room then he wouldn't have the chance to escape and thus would be forced to hangout with them. Which was very much her plan.

Amon Larethian

Circe flashed the weary boil a smile. "Yes, would I lie to you?" She asked as she cautiously stepped into her room like at any second the floor could turn to lava. "Quick! It might escape and attack someone!" Circe said as she ushered the boil in.

Mentally all she could do was wonder if Mitzi and Elle had gotten her note. Door mail wasn't usually the most effective method but she hoped they had gotten it. "Please, go look under there?" Circe asked as she gently pushed the boil over to her bed then hiding behind him. This was convincing right? Surely he would not doubt her like this now would he?

Amon Larethian

With light footsteps the ghoul made her way back over to the door and as quietly and gently as she could shut it. There was no escape for Sheridan now. Even if she had to call upon the dead to restrain him she would keep him here no matter what. "Uh, are you sure? Did it move?" Circe asked as she walked back over to where he was and bent down to look under her bed herself.

Just as the ghoul peered under the bed her Lammit jumped up onto the boil's back and made a little squeak noise. Circe lifted herself up onto her knee's and laughed. "That was the scary thing. It turns into a huge fluff ball when you give it a bath." She clarified as Circe was incapable of actually lying. "Sorry I tricked you to come over but... I didn't think you would come any other way." The ghoul winced slightly. "I'm having a game night with some friends, in my room. And you are joining us."

Oh she was evil.

Amon Larethian

Mitzi had not, in fact, ever been to Circe's room.

Circe's note, therefore, would have been a lot more helpful if it had mentioned where to find this party. But if there would be boils there, then the purple-haired Reaper was determined not to miss it!

She had actually just missed her friend, picking up the note shortly thereafter and taking a little time to tidy up, before heading out. And realizing that she didn't know where Circe's room was. For now she was just wandering the halls, hoping to get lucky, because there really were too many rooms to be randomly knocking on doors.

And get lucky she did, as up ahead she heard voices. One of them was a boil who she didn't know, but the other was definitely Circe.

Unfortunately her luck didn't hold, and by the time she turned the corner, the voices were gone, and all the doors were closed. Oh, this was so not fair. Well, it was early enough in the evening that Mitzi could be reasonably certain no one should be asleep (or at least could complain about some noise), so she decided to take a chance. "Circe!" she called out, hoping the other ghoul would hear it even through a closed door and figure out who was calling her.

Sheridan raised a brow, turning his gaze upward in an attempt to look at the creature currently curled on his head without spilling it to the floor. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the minipet or its apparent fascination with his head. Well he supposed it was fluffy, and kind of cute. Still...

He reached up to catch the pet and lift it off his head, hopefully to set it back on the floor.

"You better get down, I don't think my cat would like it if I came home with your scent."

Oh! There was someone else here. He shouldn't have been surprised, Circe had mentioned friends, and yet it was enough to send him scrambling to stand back to his feet.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

His tail twitched nervously, his gaze drifting around the room. Once upon a time it might have been shyness that caused his nervousness, but he had since outgrown that, becoming far less reserved and more bold. But now he was wondering if he was entirely ready to be so social again. No, maybe it wasn't that, but the room did suddenly feel a lot smaller.

"Do you...think we could open the window? It's kind of stuffy in here."

Don't worry, Circe, he wasn't going to run off, he had said he'd stay for a little while and he was a dragon of his word. He just wanted a little air, and maybe to be able to see the stars.

Speaking of cats... The white, lynx sized cat had easily slipped from his owner's room and followed the dragon's scent down the hallways, across the campus, and finally to the reaper's dorm. He had been skulking in the hallway, debating just how to get into the room, when the opportunity presented itself. Perfect, the door opened and he had slipped inside, for the moment unnoticed. Oh, what was this, a furry little creature perched on his owner's head. He licked one fang as a wicked little smirk crossed his maw. He would have to do something about this...