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Ulmuka had heard about the upcoming prom and was surprised to have his father insist that go back to school to stay until he'd found a date. The strix was thrilled but unaware that the conniving demon had plans for his son. Senior was not confident that his son would find an adequate date so the strix had been set up by his father and a flyer had been placed on the bulletin board of the school.

It was hand written, the demon still old fashioned enough to employ his own scribe. There was a romanticized sketch of Ulmuka, his face made to look more traditional with the artist's style. His smile was smaller, his eyes less wide, and his hair styled into devilish points.



There was a skellyphone number for 'Ulmuka Knobwalker' and a dorm room number in the monster dorms, for all interested parties.

The strix in question was actually right there. He was reading the board for information on prom. He either hadn't seen the flyer (and certainly didn't hear ghouls giggling at him) or he didn't recognize his own picture on it. He simply grinned, munching on the bone of something, and silently occupied his own little world.

The strix's head turned though his body didn't move. It bobbed sideways and a soft hooting issued from the boil's throat. At least he'd paused the bone munching he'd been doing.

"I am a monster, miss. What are you?" Muka's body turned slightlyand met the angle of his head. "Ulmuka Knobwalker!" A taloned hand swiftly snatched one of her limp hands, lifting it. With all the needles he bobbed uncertainly above it before leaning in to mimic a kiss with a clack of his sharp teeth. "A pleasure to meet you...?"

He didn't know her name.

"Poster?" He cooed curiously, head turning to her fingertip. He leaned in close, almost too close. His teeth loudly chittered in thought.

"Ohh.." He almost sounded disappointed in it. it wasn't a usual feeling for the strix but he hadn't been much feeling himself lately. One hand still held a bone that he gnawed a moment. With a taloned hand he pulled the poster down.

"My father.." He giggled. "He's enthusiastic about the prom it seems. He puts a high value in being social." The wadding of the poster didn't seem as cheerful as the strix's tone did.

"Are you going to the prom?"

"Mmmm.." It was a contemplative sound when the ghould mentioned how kind his father was. The monster had never said an ill word about his father in his entire life. He was only slowly figuring out how he truly felt about the elder and so if anything, he may have sounded confused.

When Needle asked for explanation, the strix perked. "Oh! I'd love to, yes. You may call me that if you'd like. Or Muka." He offered his arm to her, leaning in suddenly and obviously. Her mask seemed to obscure her eyes... or her eyes were not there? "Can you see, Miss Needle?"

He wasn't good with subtlety.

"Tattoooo?" The word reverberated from his throat. "No I haven't ever considered it. I.. hmm well I am not much like this in my natural form." Muka giggled. "It would be covered with feathers!"

He was very gentle with her hand when she said she couldn't see well. He lifted it, careful of his own talons and her needles, and he bowed his head so she could touch his hair. It was thick and fluffy, similar to feathers but still hair. "Not spiky.. fluffy." Another giggle.

"I am a strix. We can shift forms. I'm a bit of an owl." Which was a strange phrasing, but made the boy chuckle again.

"So you see ink?!" His tone was amazed. "Fascinating!"

"Well if you would like.." He hoo'ed happily and apparently liked having his hair played with. The odd pair were getting looks but since neither of them seemed to notice, they were unaffected."I could collect my loose feathers and bring them to yoooou. I don't use them." He giggled.

"Strix are.." he made a happy petted sound. "shapeshifters. So I am a bit of a man but also a bit of an owl. Man-owl? Owl-man?" He giggled, unsure of the proper terminology. Usually strix was enough information.

"If getting a tattoo would help," his head bobbled. "I am willing. I like new things!"

Muka didn't seem phased when she touched his face. She could probably feel him blink, the wide eyes closing at different times. As she touched his cheeks the engraver would feel soft hair growth, slightly spotty, around the sides of his face. He was growing in some sort of facial hair. "Yes of course you may!"

"Well the only strix I've ever met is my mother." He giggled and under his skin his bones almost seemed to vibrate with the sound. His wide smile remained static despite her touching. "So I suppose we are not very common a species. What is it like at your, hmmm, Manor did you say?"

"Oh no. My father is a demon. He raised me." Sometimes when he breathed an idle hoo-ing sound would issue. Most never got close enough to notice but by holding his face she could surely tell. "He's very interested in my social life being at a certain, hmmm, level. I think that's why he made that flyer." Muka giggled but it wasn't as hearty as his other laughing outbreaks. The strix listened attentively as she described her home. "My home was also lonely. Sometimes hard. I'd only met my siblings before coming here." He chuckled again in contrast to his depressing words.

"Oh yes of course. I don't believe anyone has been intimate with me before." The way he made it sound was detached and technical. He wasn't yet acquainted with any scandalous meanings. "Will it hurt?" Another giggle.

There was no way to tell if that was a joke or not.