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That was the most intense dream she'd ever had. Her kin were out now, though, and Levi had just about returned to her usual morning routine. Popcorn was staying a little closer than usual, occasionally nudging against her ankles while watering her crops or making something to eat. Okay, so he usually did bother her at such times, but this time the candy corgon wasn't looking for treats. Yew been hangin'round Sweets fer too long. The Treat had latched itself to her head, nuzzling into her hair. This would go on for the next forty-eight hours.

She slept but not well. The odd feeling that she'd wake up somewhere else having been taken like Xiu was gave her chills. Nonetheless, the tatzel ghoul got a few winks in. What she remembered about her dreams still reminded her of the events that had taken place- tea, fireworks, Demi's crops, the Voice, West. The light pink hair was the last thing she saw of the fireworks-wielding boil, but it was his laugh that she kept hearing over and over in her dreams. She needed to see him. An overwhelming need to see him caused Levi to leave her dorm, her eyePhone remaining on the ledge of her window by her bed. At her door, Levi bid the mini critters therein adieu, shutting it behind her but, as always, not locking. Still wriggling on one of her boots till her heel sunk into its rightful place, the tatzel soon made her way sprinting out of the monster dorms, bounding over the campus grounds as quickly as she could to close the distance between herself and the demon dorms. Perhaps she was not so unlike her minis; Levi needed to check on West. She wanted to make sure he was okay and- that other thing too. I missed you.

Climbing up the tree closest in proximity to the outside his window, it became apparent that old habits died hard. The ghoul peered into the wrath demon's room looking for signs of life before making her move. Wriggling till she got enough stability from the tree, Levi sprung off of the branch and onto the window sill. Quietly, she preyed the window open with her fingers, wedging them under and lifting the heavy wooden frame up until there was enough room for her to get in. West's Scareon, Master, seemed to be on her back, looking more elongated then usual as she napped; Levi grinned at this scene. They were both napping. West was silent, more peaceful than he ever was awake. Tail curling up, Levi quietly closed the window and tip-toed over to the side of the blue-sheeted bed.

Levi considered what she wanted to do first. The furry white appendage of her tail could slither overtop, snaking its way over the dozing demon's stomach like she'd done before. Se could have doused him with cold water or woke him up to the smell of spookies.

These things just took too much time.

Levi considered these few minutes she'd been standing there enough of a waste. There he was; the real Westus. The boil that made her weak and strong... and sometimes fueled by-

She was already on the bed, sitting at his thighs and curling over so her head would rest sideways at his chest. She listened to the sounds his insides made; proof that he was right there with her. Mornin' sleepyhead. Her eyes were closed and she sighed after saying it, but there was still a distinct playful cheekiness to her voice. Thought I heard someone callin'. Were ya'dreamin'a me?

Her tail began to twitch above her immediately in response to finally hearing his voice. All too urgently, the ghoul butted her head up under his chin, purring for just a split second before receding. He'd embraced her on sight; this was indeed her West. The wrath demon recognized the tatzel and gave her a laugh. Propping her elbows up on the bed, Levi wriggled downward a bit, resting her hands on his chest, topping them off with her chin. Her lips spread into a wide smile. This way, she was at perfect viewing distance. This was a whole new level to the tatzel's usual awkwardly close positioning. He didn't have to do a thing otherwise to make her completely enthralled to see him; he just had to lay there right now, looking and speaking to her.

His comment on her being a dream was met with a brief stiffening of her entire body. Her ears fluttered back as she closed her eyes again, opening them only after she was certain this was no dream. The ghoul eased once figured out what he meant. Could say tha'same fer yew, boil, kekeke.

The other Westus was missing this smell; West was riddled by a rustic metallic musk much like that of dried blood. His counterpart smelt of the gunpowder he used to craft his fireworks; it wasn't the same. Snorting, she played into his smart-mouthed inquiry. Well now, ya'know- One index finger came up to tap at her chin as she looked away towards the ceiling, imitating the development of thought. I didn't bring ma'dream scissors. So unless yew got some 'round here I can borrow, I reckon yer knickers 're safe.

Her hand rubbed against his chest just to get the feel for his living, breathing and moving tissue. This was definitely real, and he was without a doubt the real West. Levi's hands slid then away, wedging themselves behind his shoulders. Feels like I ain't seen yew fer years, West. Considering she had just lived an entire other life of memories, it wasn't too farfetched.

That was a mouthful that had the tatzel staring blankly at the boil for a good few seconds. It wasn't out of disapproval or displeasure; Levi just took some time, trying to understand what he'd said. Reckon that's a fair idear. She allowed him to hold her, resting her full weight on the wrath demon until he asked something.

What had she come by for again?

West was safe, that much seemed clear. Though, did he have any idea of what had gone on around here lately? Around the subject of of dreams, West hadn't mentioned anything to her that would imply he remembered what had happened- what happened to his other self. As far as the tatzel was concerned, they'd been connected somehow. She could remember the dreamy memories of the Phoenix but did he recall anything at all?

West... Looking into those green eyes, Levi searched for an answer, offering a somewhat serious but soft voice; how much was known, if anything? Do yew- have ya had a good dream lately? Not that it was all that good, but depending on what he knew, she hoped at least that had made it a good one.

Ya mean- Xiu gave ya a whoopin'? Well she certainly hadn't been expecting that to come out from the boil. M'sorry I missed it. Woulda liked seein' ma'baku ghoul givin' ya a good one n' two. Her tail wavered back and forth mischievously, clearly appeased by hearing this information. Next time ya'll should gimme a shout though, alright? I wanna see ma'two finest pupils fightin'it out.

She'd guessed that West was considering Xiu a subject of discussion here given her knowledge of dreams and dream diving. Well, it was true that Xiu was involved, but not in the manner he was recalling. I guess it's sorta a real realistic-like dream. I had one too. N' Xiu... n' Shun... n Demi. Lots'a folks did. Yew don't remember nothin' bout any'a us tha'last lil'while?

Her thumb and index finger reached to his chin, stroking at the tiny pink bristles. Yew were there too. The fireworks makers version of West didn't have these tiny hairs on his chin, but instead had much longer hair on his head- and chest. Levi looked down for a moment as if she could see right through the boil's shirt, knowing what he looked like under there. She couldn't recall retaining what he'd looked like when she'd bandaged him up after one of their gym battles, but through the other world, it was now engrained into her memory. Looking back up, Levi smiled at West again. Some things were different. But in'nother ways, yew were tha'same. The ghoul tilted her head as she thought through her experiences and memories of the fireworks maker. But mostly different, I'think. Pushing upward, Levi kept the wrath demon's chin in place, pressing her lips to his experimentally.

Just as she thought; they were different.

His lips broke away first; what? Perplexed as to just what the boil was trying to get at, Levi furrowed her brows disapprovingly just in case for good measure. What'chu sayin', boil? If he'd been upset by something she said, he had one heck of a way of showing it by attempting to n** at her jaw. Ya callin' me a fibber?

Simply out of spite, the tatzel's neck applied resistance to West's hand. It wasn't that she didn't like being touched there; Levi was making a point. Her tail came around to West's right side, collapsing onto the bed with an audible thunk! - was this a threat? Perhaps. The wrath demon surely knew Levi didn't like being called out for cheating.

Was that what this was?

Levi considered a certain thought: What if West was playing into jealousy? She'd read bout this sort of thing in her Teen Scream magazines. Sometimes boils were weird enough to believe their mates were two-timing them. If that were the case, they should have dissipated them; it was as simple as that. However, the tatzel knew she hadn't done any such thing. It was yew! YEW! Alright? Ya made fireworks fer me n' Xiu. Was sorta like our own kingdom n' castle n' tha'like. Ya put'on a fireworks show fer everyone b'fore we went out ta'war n'- LOOK I CAN PROVE IT!

I learned a'few things thar.

She no longer fought his hand, but instead leaned forward to the point where their foreheads touched. It was like this, I'think... Closing her eyes, Levi could help but give him one more peck, her left hand sliding up towards the wrath demon's right horn. Fingers and thumb rounding the base of his horn, Levi's head lifted, disconnecting their frontal lobes so she could assess his reaction, but not before whispering something into his left ear. Ya'liked this.

Yew watch yer mouth with'me, birdboil.

She grinned right back when West made his obvious attempt to hide a reaction, throwing out the occasional use of profanity. The tatzel ghoul was delighted to know that the real West was indeed just as ticklish there as his counterpart- only her West wouldn't give her the benefit of a win for knowing it. The wrath demon still wasn't being convinced. Lucky in'a piggle's eye. Upping the amplification, Levi then mirrored this action with her other hand. If he was going to test her here, Levi wasn't going to back down either. She would make him get that it was real. With his one hand stopping her first from continuing, her other carried on. It was still entertaining to watch and fell him squirm. In this moment, Levi definitely felt more powerful than him.

It wasn't a displeasing moment.

Dunno when ya'think I would'a learned 'bout this, boil. I don't go'round grabbin' yer horns, do'I? Levi's voice was still playful, only providing West with her false display of anger. -'re nobody else's neither. The tatzel could already smell that comeback ready for deployment by that sharp demon's tongue of his, so she decidedly added it in herself. I didn't have no palace. N'Xiu wasn't no King. I'wasn't no Queen. Thems were our other uses. Yer other yew made tha'fireworks n' I- she bought 'em all tha'time. Just so happened ta'buy some that day. Xiu n'some others were taken n' put inta'tha world place I went to. But was all confused n' me n' some folks who went in ta'get 'em fergot.

She paused, staring at West before sighing and removing her freely roaming hand from his left horn. Was Medea who made us remember 'gain. N' that's when yew... Levi bit her lower lip, unsure of how to explain that she'd killed the other West immediately after finding out the truth. She imagined in any world it wouldn't sound too good. Instead, she chose a subject change.

But if yer not takin' that- fine. I'll show ya'somethin' else. Ya'got any paper? N' somethin' ta'write with?

She asked, but she didn't move from where she was.

She had one. Was a Queen n' knights n' bishops n rooks. N'all a ya'll. Shun, Riley, Mot n' Yin. Whole bunch a'folks n' they were all as real as yew n' me.

Tail grounding down at the floor, Levi carefully eased off of West, nodding at his guidance but continuing to further explain. Making her way over to the desk in a hop, skip and a jump, Levi did indeed find a few capless pens and some sheets of blank white paper. Weren't us. But I remember things, West. Things I know ain't ma'own. Growin' up in them hills, I sure as shufflin' didn't live in no palace. But tha'other me did; she remembers it. I remember it. Sorta. Can remember way back ta'when they were wee scarlin's. Comes n' goes. Setting two sheets down on the desk, Levi looked back towards West in such a manner that it could have been perceived as her scanning his body. Taking up one of the pens, Levi hunched over the desk, periodically staring back at West, scanning over him with her gaze. The sound of frantic scribbling could be heard when the tatzel wasn't looking at the boil. When the sound and Levi's arm movements ceased, she returned to West with both sheets still facing her, held flat against her Chest while she climbed back onto him, sitting at his hips so she could place them accurately. Hold still now.

The tatzel lined them up one at his chest, and the other at his stomach; one landscape and one portrait. On the sheets were nonsensical scribbled lines just as the sounds had indicated. However, they did produce an outline of a sort. Larger on the top landscape piece, the form tapered the lower the pen markings got until about the point of below his navel. That's where yer pants were. Folding her arms, Levi stared down at West triumphantly, waiting for his submitting to her new proof. If ya'ain't no tatzel boil... ya'coulda fooled me.