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It was a different experience, exploring the other dorms.

The ghost one in particular was something of a revelation to Damien as he strolled in. Students that phased through physical materials with ease wasn't a usual feat in the monster section. He had to wonder in wide eyed speculation if it hurt or tickled or something. While he didn't expect them to use such trivial things as doors, the one door that was opened by a substantial amount seemed peculiar, the odd one out that seemed so intriguing.

Curiousity got the better of the hellhound as his tail swished and popped his head in through the door. "I hope your not in your birthday suit, you left the door open, hello?" he asked blankly, toward the pile of foxfires sitting in the area.

"Man, this is even bigger than my own pile." he remarked, taking in the collection of fluffy canines that tilted their heads at the door and began to yap and run around more energetically with the arrival of a new person. typical foxfires.

While he was sure that they were not the ones attending, someone eho owned the dorm room was and in his mind, would probably not be happy the little buggers got out and caused mayhem, digging up flowerbeds, sniffing around desks and ending up rolling around in the dryers to increase their fluffiness and in their minds, equal power. "Where's your owner?" Demi decided to ask aloud, flicking an ear at the group that soon began to run around the washroom like a heard of cottonballs.

the door to that area was too left open and the lump that sat there did not look very foxfire like. "Looks like you had a rough night, i hope you don't mind the intrusion." he polished hastily, shaking the lumpy area that he thought was the shoulder and the edge of the worn out blanket that gave way to one pale and sickly looking Jove.

"Eh, Jove, what the heck happened?" to go from hyper to near comotose in the span of a night, it had the green eared dog alert and concerned for his friend. "Should I take you to Nurse cricket?" it was the first instinct, when in doubt, go straight to the nurses office.

whatever Jove had, it was obvious to damien that it hit the canine boil like a ton of bricks, wincing at the sight of the boil hurling into the bathtub. It did not look healthy, the thick red goop that regurgitated from the tiny boil made the hound gasp in horror.

Just what the Jack did he eat?

All the while the soothing back rubs didn't seem to aid the tiny pup and put him in a flurry of panic. It was his friend that was in pain and in such a miserable state and by Jack he wanted to be there and do something for him.

For now it involved running back to the bed and all the foxfires and tossed a treat ball their way to keep them occupied as he dashed off with a pilfered pillow to the bathroom for Jove to rest on. "Was it something you ate?" he wasn't so open about going to the nurse, but while Jove was conscious, it would be nice to try and find out what happened.

The foxfires were chasing each other in search of the fun treat ball that damien left them, that began a parade of poofs chasing a ball. The little show went without spectators. The shaking that Jove was going through didn't seem typical of a symptom of rabies, so thank Kerberos for that it was one worry off his mind.

For now, all he could do was soothe and figure it out and potentially Call one overprotective brother figure to help him out. "You want me to go call Ren?" he asked, brushing the boils hair back and checking his forehead for a fever.

He had not heard from Jove in approximately three hours, sixteen minutes, and forty-eight seconds. Which, in Ren Time, was far too long.

Which was why, not two minutes after Jove had shuffled away from Demi in a vehement nope about calling his big brother, a certain gryphon came sweeping into the very room itself in a flurry of feathers an suspenders.

"Jove, my good man, how are - "

A pause, noticing the other boil.

"Demi, what are you..." Ren started, but then he trailed off, his eyes flickering towards the huddle in the bathroom.



"Jove what's wrong."

Fighting crime or just... fighting stubborn puppies?

Jove cringed at the sound of his brother's voice, and the blanket began to shuffle around until the little ghost had wedged himself in even tighter between the bath tub and the wall, like a wounded animal crawling off to die. If this was what Ren had felt when he had been sick, no wonder he had become so overdramatic.

But there was that more important question in the back of his mind. Could ghosts even get sick like this? He felt terrible, not just for himself, but for Demi and Ren too. His friends, who played with him and worried about him. He wanted to ask them to leave, but he also knew they would just worry more. That's what he would do if things had been reversed for either of them. If it had been reversed Demi would get a long, undisturbed rest under his watchful protection, and Ren would get... his cooties shaved off.

Jove shivered again, and vowed to never play in the shower with wet clothes or eat things on a dare ever again.

It looked like Doctor Ren was in. The hellhound did not want to see that boil with a stethoscope all over the foxfire. Him and his jacking Brother complex. "i can tell you he was fine the other day, I told him if he was going to use the shower, not to wear his clothes during it, and to dry his hair at the very least." he noted, pulling the memory back to the surface.

That's right Jove, you just got told on. Bad dogboil, bad. For now he wasn't going to pay any mind to the harassment pokes until the tiny canine ghost made a yelp or some similar sound. "he probably has a cold, we should get him up off the bathroom floor." The hound speaking the voice of reason for everyone present.

He could imagine how uncomfortable it must be at the point in time. All Jove really needed was a bucket to hurl into. "Maybe you should take his temperature" he began before pausing in doubt, a strange rumbling, strangling sound in his throat to get the words out. "That is, if ghosts can have temperatures." he really was not sure how that worked for them.

Ren looked at Demi.

"Do ghosts get sick?" he asked, suddenly very unsure of everything. "I mean, I've been sick before, but can ghosts get...colds?"

Whatever it was that Jove had was certainly unpleasant, as the next moment Jove was bent over his pillow, heaving up something dark and gross. Ren's ears flattened back against his hair and he turned to Demi.

"You grab a change of clothes and, er, a bucket, and I'll see if I can wash him up a bit."

He crouched down beside the boil.

"Jove," said Ren, and tugged at the blanket. "Jove, lemme wash your face."