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Bug Jr had gotten loose. It was easy to know that as two thing happened. One, was that King somehow managed to sleep in that morning. Two, a ghost boil three doors down came knocking on his door, asking if the ‘glowing yell-y thing’ belonged to him. Apparently, Bug Jr. had take it upon itself to go wake other up that morning, if they needed it or not. Wander looked up from the small mossy patch in King’s room and gave a light bark.
Apparently, it was too early to go bug hunting for the fossollus.

Still Bug Jr. was a plight upon anyone, and King was technically responsible for it… In a way. He hoped that someone might have eaten it to be honest but… Bug and his descendants were thus far, proving to be near immortal.

The muffled sounds of 'HEY HEY HEY LISTEN HEY!' were hard to miss, having been quite familiar with them. King didn't need to look any longer he guessed as a ghoul came out, something in hand.

Walking over, he kept his eyes on the sifting bundle with the muffled cries of LOOK!

A sniff at the bag and- "I see you have found Bug Jr." The minipet went quiet very quickly. "I take it they woke you up? I thought it was unable to escape..." Bowing the wolfos hoped the ghoul would not be too mad. "I apologize for any trouble my minipet might have caused you, it's rather...harmless. Just very annoying."

Well, small thinks to be thankful for. If Bug Jr. had bitten her, the minipet probably would not live much longer. Biting him was okay, biting others? Not cool. Plus waking other up was really toeing that line of 'do I want to be a bad minipet owner'. Bug Jr, tempting fate once more.

"That is good. It is.. difficult to deal with, even on a good day." Pulling out a glass jar with one hand, he took the 'bag', maneuvering the contents into the jar, revealing a very distressed haunting memory. Screwing the cap on, the mini was already throwing itself at the glass wall with an audible tink. "It'll tire itself out soon. Here-" he handed the scarf back, "Thank you. I hope he didn't cause too much distress. I'm Frost in the Storm by the way. A White Wolfos." He looked at her tail and ears. She smelled canine but.. he was unsure what.

Well, not that bad. Giving the jar a shake, dust floated off the mini as is buzzed around, looking a bit disoriented. Darn thing would pop out the second it got a chance, and King hardly wanted to go on another Bug hunt.

"Not that many. Bug, Wander, and a few scents that I let out time to time. Putting Bug in the closet has proved thus far-" And it was back up, banging on the glass, "-impossible. It's rather stubborn."

The wag was returned as she told him her name and species. "No Hunt? Is that like a Pack? Oh-" Motioning down the hall he took a few steps. "It might be best to go grab some breakfast. They might run out of bacon if we don't go now."

Chaya had no idea how persistent. King was betting if he left the jar in his room, Bug would only annoy his other minipets into breaking the jar to try and eat him. Wander might be strong, but he was simply not that quick to catch to Bug. On day maybe...

As Chaya explained about her pack, the wolfos listened nodding as she told him she'd yet to be accepted. "If you don't mind me asking, is that why you came to Amityville? To become more qualified for your pack?" He had slightly similar reasons. Following her he kept up the pace, slightly itching to run. "And we can run to the cafeteria, I do not mind. Less time spent walking."

Ah so that explained it. Nodding, the pace was good, and soon they'd arrive at the cafeteria. "I was chosen as heir to my tribe, to someday be the alpha. But my tribe is highly isolated, so I cam to learn of the outside world. It's been good, if, queer in some things. I really don't understand the whole.. scarentines and prom. Why celebrate mating and then later have a day of courtship. It seems backwards."

Finally, reaching their destination, King huffed as bug banged on the jar again. "Four legs would be so much better but.. we'd also get stepped on by some."

Scarentines was also courtship.. but it seemed more like mating, what with the boils making out with ghouls on tables and them exploding. Formal it was not. At least that was his opinion. He was a bit bias, given the whole… watching elephants and whatnot. It was about as formal as farting to him. “So Prom is a form of courtship… but not. It seems like a way to find suitable mates from the way you describe it.” Sura’s name made his ears perk up as they entered the cafeteria. “Really? Sura doesn’t seem much for the dancing type, but she’s nice. A good ghoul. And-“ He smiled. “I’m just big enough to carry a light rider if I need to, but I can change to smaller sizes now. It’s taken me a while, but I’ve managed to master my frost forms.”

He was rather proud of himself. Sniffing at the air his smile widened. “It smells like there is bacon left.” And the line was not too long to boot.

King was okay not going to prom to find a mate. He was okay not going to prom at all. Not after scarentines. He was good without the crazy festivals that the school hosted. While Chaya's subject jumping might have fazed him he tried his best to respond. "Sura seems the type to enjoy simple things, o dancing might be one of them, even if her stature might make it a bit difficult." She towered over him and others. Dancing with her might hurt one's neck.

"As for frost forms, I can take the form of other beasts though each are made of snow and ice. It's useful for hunting to sneak up upon prey, but here, where there is a lack of snow-" He just melted, which was annoying as it was awkward.

Getting into the line, it was moving for once, and no one was fighting over rotten fruit cups. The smell of bacon was still a siren's lure. "Frost form is one of my natural abilities, much like snow shifting. Where we meld into the snow and use it to hide ourselves. Also a bit hard to use when there is no snow here." He would have been happy if there was a place with snow nearby but alas.