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She was a ghoul he knew in passing. She had always seemed sweet, but he’d not spoken to her directly in all his years at Amity. She’d been around quite a while herself to boot! This was something in dire need of rectification. At least it was to Israfel. Cocking his head to the side, he debated how to say hi. Direct seemed like a good way. He just had to be mindful not to regress and begin asking all the questions.

He was really working on that.

Crossing his arms the sire thought a little harder. What else could he do? Oh! Fit slapped into open palm he smiled. He could talk to her about her clothes! She had always been in really cute outfits. Yes, he could talk to her about clothes.

Israfel was excited.

He was going to try and make a friend.

The siren was giving her wide eyes and a smile. Slightly creepy if you know. Israfel posed any actually danger and not just possible embarrassment if he caught you with someone for shipping purposes. He was about as dangerous as a foxfire.

Looking her up and down, Israfel tried to remember what exactly his plan was aside from talk about cloths and make friends. One second in and he gave up in order to go with his gut. "It's not super early. And I came out here to say Hi to you and to possibly talk about clothes and ships?" The last part was unexpected but hey, it happened.

"Plus it's just the fact while we have been in school so long.. we've never really hung out, and it would probably be good if we did."

If he had a tail, it would have been wagging. Sadly, Israfel lacked a tail, though he did have two earwings, which fluttered at the prospect of hanging out and making friends and doing all the things.

Nodding, he explained. "Oh not boating ships, but more the ships of people. Like Shericho. Rileyodore. Calder and Barth. I haven't figured out a ship name for them yet but I will." He muttered. "Romantic ships, friendships, hateships, those ships. But.. boats are fine too, so long as we are sinking them. Professor Savage is very much for the sinking of the boats after all."

It was the true way for the shipper. Some boats just had to be sunk after all.

She said she had to drop off her things so, without asking he started walking to the dorms before turning to face her. "Um... are you a monster?" He'd never asked, but he was pretty sure he'd not seen her in the monster dorms before.

Ah, so that is what she called it? Pairings were a term he was familiar with too. "Yes, just shipping is more diverse? At least that is how it seems to me. So while I pair, I also ship. It makes it easier with somethings. Pairs can be ships, but not all ships can be pairs? If that makes sense?"

He felt a bit odd talking about ships but.. It had been so long since he'd talked about them properly. "I ship Shericho. Er Shehk and Jericho. They are good for each other even if they do not pair, they are good with each other."

Smiling he looked over to the demon dorms, nodding before walking. It was a quick, rather brisk walk over, though, Israfel would just admit, he was excited. "Do you want me to wait outside? I know demons can get a little..testy with us monsters sometimes."

His ear wings flapped enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, exactly! Pairs are solid, ships can sail but they sink, can become submarines, or just go into the ocean never to be seen again. Its also okay to abandon your ship, as sometimes a ship does not go where you like. Then you might have to launch your own which is fine too."

He was rambling slightly, but then, ships were so fun to talk about.

Smiling, the siren looked at the demon dorm again and shrugged. "It is good to ask, as sometimes people can get offended with certain guests, though it is nice to hear some do not worry. But sure!" Wings giving a shuffle, he crossed them, keeping them close to his back. "Tea and spookies sound really good. I can help if you like, though I'm a better seamstress than baker."

Let him teach you about ships Xiu, Israfel was the shipster after all. As she asked about the named, Israfel held up two fingers. "Nope! We have say.... Ms. Cricket and Arel?" He smiled. "Well yes. Arel is a hard name to fit with Cricket. Arket? Crickel? No the most appealing. But, they share scarves, so one might call them the scarf ship. Or just say that it is Arel and Cricket. Just a matter of flavor. I call them the scarf ship personally."

A secret ship at that. Following her to her room, the siren nodded. "I sew many of my own clothes. And-" looking her up and down there was clear approval for her outfit, "-your uncle has great taste. Does he do it professionally or more for himself and a few others?" The question about minis had him shake his head however. "I am fine with minis, I have quite a few myself."

Who did he ship? Oh jack- He shipped too many people. Too. Many. People. And- "Yeah. Rileyodore." His earwings gave a small flap before resting against his skull. "Riley and Moldore... Even if gone, I will ship them. They had a pumpkin you know, on scarentines. A ninja pumpkin. I warned them but they would not listen." He tsked.

"One must be careful about such things. Protections charms are needed you know. Scarelings are a big commitment and all, you cant just have one and then get rid of it like a minipet." Following her to the kitchen, he watched and waited, pausing to give the minipet at his feet a few pets.

"Does he mostly do culture wear, or does he branch out? I- I have a certain thing for designs from other places. Gothica is all very well here, but it is not that fitting in certain parts of halloween you know? Some places they think less is more and more is less!"

Nodding, the siren made no effort to hide it. "Yes. Ninja pumpkins, They tend to stalk around and drop in on unsuspecting couples. But I do not think they have a scareling QUIET yet. Most likely the ninja pumpkin was taken to a happy loving home. I am unsure but then, Riley never seemed very motherly? Er, not to scarelings anyway." He shrugged. It wasn't really his place after all to speak of the live of others.

His ear wings flicked at the shuffling she was doing, before becoming alert to the tea. Sipping at it, he smiled. "Well, if it was not obvious, Gothic Victorian holds a fond place in my heart, but, I am also fond of minimalist designs and culture traditionals. Uniforms such as military are nice, but, they do not belong in some places you know? Ah but we are getting off task. We have spookies to make don't we?"