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Ulmuka's dorm was high up in the monster dorm tower. As an avian student it only made sense he'd be up with the sky and the weather. He was actually, technically on his break right now but when he was given free time during the day he always seemed to have his driver drop him off back on campus. Home was just so..... boring.

The door creaked open when the tikbalang knocked, and the visible room was richly furnished. There was a large TV, game systems, and plush couches. The desk covered in books was also covered in spider webs. The strix was nowhere in sight. In fact most of this room looked unused, despite seeming very fancy. Heavy velvet curtains kept it contained, hiding the cieling and walls. There must be more beyond, especially by the bird noises coming from the other side of the curtain wall.

There was a rustle of the heavy curtain and a grinning face popped through the heavy fabric.

"Oh yes! I am Ulmuka!" He hoo-ed cheerfully and pushed through the velvety hanging. Through the gap came a whoosh of fresh Halloween air, as if every single window was open on the other side. The strix came through to greet the stranger. Muka was tall, lanky, and clad in a what looked to be a custome tailored suit. He seemed to be chewing something, his jaw chomping lightly away. The teen seemed to be growing in a beard, a thin fuzzy ring surrounding his face.

"Whoooo may I ask do I have the pleasure of greeting?" He bowed to the dark skin boil politely. His golden eyes stared. STARED. STAAAARED. Never not staringand smiling.

"Yes! Yes I am!" Muka's head bobbled excitedly. "It will be wonderful! I have everything set up already. I am very excited. It's not often I am allowed to plan for myself and I hope to make it a wonderful and special night."

His wings rustled and resettled and as he approached the other boil, it was clear that the strix seemed to emit birdlike thrumming and cooing sounds just with the effort of breathing.

He paused though, head tilting almost completely sideways. "Is there a problem?" He was still grinning and seemed not to be in any way affected by the other's serious tone. He simply noticed it and found it curious.

"Interests?" Ulmuka sounded genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean? I am interested in attending the prom and making it a special night for her. I am not quite sure.. ahh hmm.. of other interests. I suppose the one I have is the best one, yes." He scratched his short beard quizzically and giggled. This boil seemed very serious. Very. Very.

"Aren't you going to prom? I am very excited! I have the car and the clothes are being tailored.. and the flowers are on order.. hee!" He positively vibrated with excitement. "Needle is very special and very sweet. Every ghoul deserves to be treated like a princess every once in a while. Prom is one of those nights!" Muka had been taught to be a gentlemonster above all other things. When taking out a lady, it was all about her and not about him.

"Whoo are you taking?" Apparently he was more keen on questions and conversation and was very clueless to Tro's intentions. He didn't mean to be dense or infuriating, or even evasive. He just didn't pick up on those emotional things.

"Needle's sister, yes?" Ulmuka seemed extra excited by this. "Oh fantastic! We should do a picture together perhaps!" His bird brain spun with posed photos of the girls. "I have not met her but Needle speaks fondly of her."

The strix's wings rose and settled, a subconscious action. "Well I am currently on break. I've finished my first year. So The car will be bringing Needle to my home for family pictures.. and then we will come back for the prom. This is all very customary where I am from." He chittered his teeth. The strix had a knack for planning that he'd only realized recently and all of the prom arrangements were very exciting for him.

Ulmuka wanted to shake this boil's hand or clap him on the shoulder. He was very physical and affectionate but he'd slowly begun to realize the signs when others weren't very keen on it. Instead he shuffled in place, fingers flexing without anything to do.

"Are they very alike?" He asked curiously. "She and her sister? We didn't talk about her much but I am very curious. I have MANY brothers and sisters." Muka giggled.

"Not clan..." Muka giggled. "My father is a demon he doesn't have a clan. Though I suppose you could call them a gang.. maybe a gaggle.. GAGGLE!" The word cracked him up and he held his sides as he was wracked with laughter suddenly. After a minute or two his laughter reduced to wheezing and he was back upright.

"Just for photos. You know a bit of a show for the neighbors. Must keep up appearances!" His father was obsessed with what others thought of their family. "You know." He repeated and stared with a grin.

Petro's honest expression slowly sunk in to the strix. He would have to explain. "Hmm well hmm.." Muka rubbed the thin fluff on his chin idly. "My father is a demon who runs in many wealthy social circles. That means certain things are expected of him, including that all his children participate in social events and represent the family name adequately. Dances, balls, parties, all must be handled properly. Otherwise people will think .. badly on his family name." The strix's head bobbled a nod. He could tell by the other boil's clothes that he most likely was not included in those sorts of circles and probably had no knowledge.

"Cultural differences!" He hooed and clapped suddenly. "So curious! My father's life is defined by his reputation, you see. As well as the amount of money he has." Reputation was only a vague concept for the strix. He understood it, because of his upbringing, but he had no personal value for it. Since his father was footing the bill, he'd play by those rules.