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Mort offered her a grim smile (the only kind he seemed able to make lately) and nodded. He'd already told the others congratulations, but the cheer was already quickly wearing off on the zomboil for a variety of reasons; he was just lucky they were all people he knew.

Poor Thack, though: the lone demon in a room full of corpses.

Mort was situated in one of the sturdier chairs, a thick book in his lap, a journal and pen in his hands, and a second smaller book resting precariously and open along one of the chair's arms. Homework never waited! "Good weird," he echoed distantly, not looking up from his writing. "Can do something t'help." Hopefully. Maybe. Jack, his head hurt from ignoring the whispering.

It was disappointing, perhaps, to one student that hesitantly stepped into the room, idly twisting his white gloved hands together, smoothing down the front of a pristine, peacock-blue waistcoat. Disappointing that he had lost a second year in a row.

But, said a little voice in his head. You did your best.

True, he reasoned. True, I did. And it's not the end of the world. There will be other chances to prove myself. And it's quite obvious that those elected will do their best to provide for the students of Amityville, so really this is not a loss, it is a gain.

And with that sort of view in mind, he straightened, still running a hand over his coat. But there was a gentle sort of smile on his face as he stepped up to Amrita, reaching out to take her hand.

"Congratulations, Lady Vice President," said Sparrow, the smile widening slightly, and kissed the back of her hand before letting go, ducking low in a bow of respect and then straightening. "I am quite sure that you will do wonderfully in the position. I very much look forward to seeing what you have in store for us."

"Er, I do apologize for surprising you," said Sparrow, somewhat sheepishly as he tucked his hands together behind him, against the small of his back. "I've been brought up to believe it's customary to greet lovely young ladies in such a manner, so I apologize if it made you uncomfortable."

His cheeks flushed a little - don't think about it don't think about it - and Sparrow cleared his throat to dispel any awkward tension between them, lifting his chin and taking a small breath.

"I'm sure you will live up to your own standards, as my expectations are only that you will do well, and I'm quite certain there is not even a question of whether or not you will," he said. "I've heard that you are a very capable individual, and so are the rest of the Council."

Her offer surprised him slightly, Sparrow blinking. "Oh," he said, and now his cheeks flushed red again, this time with embarrassment, rather than sheepishness. "Please forgive me for not introducing myself beforehand, though you already know me from the elections. I, er, may have jumped the gun a little."

His stance relaxed a little. "But I think I would enjoy lunch."

He had managed to fluster both himself and her, and now Sparrow shifted awkwardly from side to side, attempting to figure out how to get his foot out of his mouth.

Maybe it was a good thing he wasn't the Vice President after all.

But Amrita's comment made him laugh, and he felt some of the tension easing away as easily as it had come. "We are quite a pair," Sparrow agreed, the smile on his face widening. "I suppose we look rather silly right now, wouldn't you say?"

She had extended her hand to him this time, and Sparrow took it, shaking it firmly. "Lunch," he said. "I look forward to it as well, and I appreciate you talking to me, even if I, er, am being rather awkward."

Alexander had spent some time trying to adjust his chair, fiddling away with something that looked like it was meant to be twisted in an attempt to gain some altitude. Much to his dismay, however, all he had really managed to do was make the chair lower then it had been before. With a sigh, he rubbed at his forehead, before running fingers through two toned hair to reveal mismatched eyes. He eventually came to the conclusion that he should probably just be grateful that his chair was one of the two normal ones in the bunch, and decided that stretching his legs out under the table awkwardly wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Definitely good weird." He echoed the echo, his backpack on the floor next to his chair, full of textbooks. In front of him on the table were a few papers, slightly crumpled at the corners, and a haunted pen which would probably be used more for doodling then actual writing but hey, at least he had come looking somewhat prepared?

He glanced down the table and both Mort and Amrita respectively, gaze straying back to his zombro a second time, though he tried to not to linger on staring at him too long lest the other zombie catch him in the action. He worried for his friend, but he didn't want to make his worry completely obvious.

Anyways, they were his battle of the bands mates, and two fellow undeads. Friends, which made being on the student council slightly less nerve wracking, and also meant he could keep a more watchful eye on them both. And he had two eyes again now. That meant he'd already doubled his productivity in that department.

Yep.

With the entrance of two students, both of which he recognized but was not well aquainted with, the zomboil sat up straighter in his chair, a welcoming smile directed to first Mot and to Sparrow. Amrita and Mort seemed to have things well under control, however, so he decided to make himself look busy by reaching for his pen and just..holding it, because he didn't really need to write anything. That was Mort's job.

"Only a little." Amrita agreed, rubbing the back of her neck before their hands joined amicably. "Oh my Jack, no, you're fun! Thank you for coming~" Mort and Alex's comments couldn't come soon enough, and Amrita was quite relieved to have a distaction. It gave her the time to wander back to her luckily perfect chair in order to pull her homework out, wanting to look as busy and as important as her Zomboil friends, all while waiting for Mot's brilliant idea.

Hopefully it wasn't putting guards on Breck's Shed.

...Did they even have the power to do that?

She hoped not.

Mot nodded to Mort with a smile, giving Sparrow a nod as he entered too. He was right pleased with Amrita's enthusiasm to see him. Up until...

"Wi...WIDOW DRAPES!?" Mot yelped in a hurt tone. "It's... it's a poncho..." His voice trailed off, his thin fingers picking up some of the garment's fabric as he gazed down with a frown. Inner Mot was pouting much more than outer Mot, surprisingly.

No one understands meeeeee...

Mot's eyes lifted as he watched the awkward conversation with a fairly vacant expression. His gaze seemed to drift toward the rest of the room, not really wishing to put much focus on the social train wreck. But goodness, the Student Council was mostly Undeads! How strange.

The awkwardness seemed to be settling down, and Mot opened his mouth to speak again. Just then a bubbly witch showed up with cookies. And--- MY GOODNESS THOSE WERE LARGE.... ... ... um.. lady lumps...

Mot coughed into his hand, keeping his gaze far away from the big bosomed witch. "Uh.. right. Why I was here. I'd like to request that Dorms get appointed students to act as Hall Monitors. In case of emergencies, so they can enforce saftey protocals.. and especially for lost freshman. But more important than all that is the increasing noise level disturbing other students from studying or sleeping well into the night." He said much firmer than he intended, his mind tracing back to his noisy neighbours.

"I feel if there is appointed students with this sort of authority it might make dealing with such situations much more effective. I think students with concerns or complaints absolutely need someone they can turn to."