[PRP] For no real reason... [Molan/Olivia]

[chirigami]

Sometimes Olivia found herself in particularly odd places when she set her mind to it, or maybe didn't really. Sometimes a whim of sorts as she observed others and followed them out of curiosity, or the off chance that she had thought they were someone she was familiar with. Or even just because, sometimes places just looked interesting; she was still in that sort of middle ground of being new but not quiet so after all. There was always just the chance that a stray flyer would simply lead her somewhere for the day. Usually a class, and in two cases a sort of party.

This was one of those times that was caught in a weird in between. A found destination leading her on a trail for the day but for really no reason at all. It might have been for the sake of trying to hang out, or discover where Molan lived on campus since she didn't really know and they had never hung out outside of field trips and classrooms (mostly field trips). But scrolling through her phone contacts found the entry that Ezter had provided her from their encounter at that weird machine. The ghoul had rarely visited the other dormitories really and that quick little glance seemed enough to get her out of her own. Sure, why not. (Next maybe she could figure out where Amarus and Willow were ~)

Entering into the building, which seemed really nice and pretty she though, gained a few curious looks. Olivia said nothing as she moved through the halls, somewhat lost in a way, just moving about to locate the room number in her directory. She didn't say a word, or asked directions. Just sort of... wandered.

Staring at the numbers on a few of the doors, did however, soon clue her in on how similar addresses were as they were to the rooms of the Undead and Olivia found herself going down a few flights of stairs before she found herself at what hopefully was the right corridor. Was it? She hoped. Because now she was stuck comparing what was in her phone to what was beautifully handcrafted on one of the doors in one particular hallway. The ghoul moved down, one by one and continued to check.

raja

wheee, lame start

 

[Raja]

One could say that the demon was cranky, full of complaints, and in general more than a little hard to get along with. They'd be right. But when he liked things, he liked them a lot. Which was why, if he wasn't handling some class, Molan could often be found in his nice little room. Which wasn't so little when one compared it to others. Sure, he left for class, finding quiet corners to doze, and in general when it was necessary. But it was the closest to home and familiarity he had at the moment, and fairly close to the next best thing. His often annoying brother of sorts. Which meant he did so enjoy his fluff filled room.

Because it was his little piece of paradise. And no one he disliked could get in. Aside from... those... few... three, or was it? Keeping count of when people he didn't like got in was probably a bad idea. Either way. It was usually a good spot. Sadly, as wonderful as it was, things required he leave at times. Like Regalia repeatedly reminding him that his favourite treats had been depleted. The unfortunate side effect of being a bit too lenient with his quickly amassing army. Perhaps his father never should have let him out of his sight, he'd started getting more pets the moment he'd been out of the house.

Which was good in his eyes.

Still, after finding another paw placed over the page of a book he was reading he was getting the idea. He was never going to finish this book until the otokoyo had what he wanted. Which meant a trip out. "Fine." A quick cleanup to make it look like he hadn't spent most of the day lounging about uselessly(hey that fight with a trashbot was tiring) and he'd be out the door. Sort of.

Olivia probably heard the familiar jingle before she saw him starting out, but he'd certainly see the ghoul only a few doors down when he did come out from behind the door. And looked properly bewildered for it.

Since when did the wight wander around in the lower levels of the demon dorms? Since when did anyone? "Are you lost?" Because honestly, he couldn't think of any other good reason she'd be down in the area. And then another thought occurred to him. Well less occurred, and rudely intruded. "Didn't... you say you were going to properly take a bath after class." That lovely reminder to what the junkyard smelled like. Why, oh why, did it still linger on the ghoul?

Chirigami

 

[chirigami]

She had made it a few more doors down without much more success of matching up the numbers, it didn't deter her though from her mission of sorts. But she did hear those familiar bells, and knowing where she was already clued her in to whom they might belong to this time (unless Amarus was here too, not like she knew everything about the other ghoul... so who was to say she couldn't?), besides the tones now being a little easier to distinguish. The ghost ghoul's were a larger more hollow sound while Molan's seemed to be a chorus of chimes.

With a little turn, Molan was met with a wide smile as she clutched her phone close. If at least one mystery was about to be solved, an unspoken one was about to as well in one go. "I was at first," she explained, "but I figured out the numbers." The ghoul gestured to door beside her as she went on. Probably not the explanation he was looking for, but it wasn't like he had actually asked her why she was down where he dwelled in the first place. That answer did come, as she held up her phone. "Ezter gave me his room number and I never found it." Well, she still technically hadn't.

But then followed by a very puzzled look before she looked down at her state of self. Olivia brushed lightly at her dress before reaching up to touch a few of her curls with a free hand. "I did..." Did he not notice the lack of dirt and grime on her? A bath had been taken, as he had instructed her to do. She even had a different dress on; this one a lighter shade of blue with a band of ruffles edging the hem of her skirt and lacked bell sleeves.

raja

 

[Raja]

Was at first? Which meant yes, she was. Though obviously she'd had a goal and... there it was. The slightly confused look fell to a mildly amused one as he looked off to one side of him and gestured. "Etzer's room is next to mine." He commented lightly as he glanced at it. "Did you need him? I'm not sure if he's in..." He added. He hadn't paid much attention the last few hours due to reading, so unless he texted it was anyone's guess. Or he knocked. Knocking worked too.

Though, not in the state Olivia was in. Sure, she looked clean, and the outfit was quite adorable on her... but there was a smell. It was unavoidable to anyone with a clean streak as deep run as his. That, and she usually had a smell not to far from home. Seeing as some of the housekeeping were undead of a similar nature. It actually bothered him more that she didn't remind him of that than the fact it was because she smelled like... wait was that the tire's smell?

Ew.

"Ah... with a lot of soap, and scrubbing?" He inquired, shifting to step into his room. He wasn't going to leave her in the hall, that was just rude. Though he was quite close to suggestion she could borrow a towel, clothes, soap, and the bathroom for as long as it took to get the clinging scent of Moira's class off her.

...even if she couldn't smell it. "Perhaps... blame it on being part fox. Sort of." He added, waiting for her before closing the door so the minion army couldn't escape. Who were rather eager to look into the new arrival. Minus Regalia. He was ticked that Molan was back and didn't have the right snacks. For shame. "You don't smell quite like usual. Rather link the junkyard." Honestly, he didn't have super smell, but she stank. And not in an undead way. He didn't mind undead smell nearly as much.

Still, he'd maybe make something to drink. Right, iced tea. He had some of that. "Are you thirsty?" ...did dead things get thirsty? Or did they just drink because they liked it? "Or maybe a snack?"

Chirigami

 

[chirigami]

Next to. For a moment there, Olivia's eyes lit up at the new piece of information and was instantly pulling her phone back to eye level. Slowly and clumsily her fingers went to editing the entry that belonged to Molan. 'Address: Next to Ezter.' It was something that she would have wanted to find out eventually and perhaps with a purpose but now was perfectly fine. "Not really," she told him still while she typed, "I just wanted to find it." She had had the number for a while now after all. Though, the other ice demon had mentioned mending one of her dresses. Which she didn't have on her. Maybe next time. She would have been ready to leave for another time after all, mission accomplished and all that.

For now though, Olivia still wore a puzzled look when she looked up. She was unaware of how familiar her normal smell was, nor how putrid her new one exactly was to someone with a sensitive nose. "A little bit, there were some trouble spots." But apparently not enough, from his tone and how he gestured for her to go inside... his... room. Wait, she was getting to go inside his room? In an instant she could feel a smile tugging back and her eyes gaining its usual twinkle and she hadn't even stepped properly in.

But when she did. Awe. Because she was never really sure what to expect with her friends' rooms (well, she kind of pictured that Andrew's was always on fire, but then tried not to think about it). So, it was already above any expectations. And with a small army of fluff there to greet her. Olivia wanted to pet them all (and touch all the things!) and she moved a little closer to them. Some were even similar to those she owned herself, just different coloring. "I didn't think it was that bad," she told him, holding out a hand to the creatures. Okay, she could pick up from him that maybe it was... to others but it still didn't.

Oh, drinks and food? "I'm fine, thank you." Because there were other more important things for her to do, like make friends with his pets and then stare at all the things in his room.

raja

 

[Raja]

The fact that Olivia's response to him saying where his brother was was to take out her phone and begin typing at it confused him. Olivia had never seemed the type that was utterly obsessed with texting. Then again, it was her choice. It just seemed out of place for her. Still, weird as it was. "I'll tell him you dropped by when I see him." Which would be sometime that day. Being neighbors made it hard to miss each other too much. And then there was the fact his brother just liked dropping in. Because that was what he did at times.

He couldn't say he was overly sensitive. Certainly there were people who had it worse, but perhaps his slight obsession with having a tidy clean existence had sprouted a heightened sense for filth. Which meant he just noticed it a bit easier. Because at the moment he certainly wasn't in his fox form, yet... well. She smelled. Like a dump. How sad. "Oh." It was obvious that he wasn't that impressed with the statement, and obvious a few cogs were going in his head. "Probably... a bit more soap. Or a longer soak was necessary." It was said more to himself than anything as he took to tidying his room a bit. She'd declined food and beverage, so well...

He'd pick up the books he'd left out. Which were mostly on his bed. And desk. He'd been working on an essay for another class earlier so well, his room was as 'messy' as it ever was. Which just meant a few things were out of place. Everything was clean and dust free with the delicate elegance that seemed to follow most of the demon dorms theme. The most out of place things were the mix of colorful pets. That and the rather obvious theme that he'd always had. If Olivia thought he liked bells before, well... she might think he had a problem with how many were carefully arranged and placed throughout the room. Counting them was a bad idea, she'd be at it a while if she tried. As for the pets, well they were mostly friendly. A few scowled and turned to nap on their own, but most were quite friendly. The most problematic would likely be the lone fire based pet among them.

Who was, in fact, looking to bounce over for love and affection. Because it so loved everyone. Thankfully it was partially blocked at the moment due to the shions and Id, who was equally curious. Equally thankful was probably the fact that Molan had the sense to call it over and shove just that one pet into a closet. He'd seen Olivia's reaction to fire being even more negative than his own more than a few times.

B.F. would just have to spend time in the closet for a bit. No. Not that closet.

Molan obviously didn't think too much of letting her in, the pets would keep her out of trouble. Honestly they were a great distraction. They kept everyone from touching things because there were so many. The shions particularly. Still, he was thinking as he tucked a few more books back on his shelf. "You just... it's a lingering smell." He commented idly as he tucked the last one away and smiled at the group of creatures that were sort of gathered for 'favor.' "If you take another bath with some soap you'll be back to normal." He added, toying with a thought as he glanced around his room to ensure everything was tidy.

Paranoia of sorts, but he really didn't want it to look a mess since he had a guest. Even if it was probably cleaner than most rooms in the dormitory.

Chirigami

Feel free to interact with any specific pet. Other than B.F. who is in the closet to avoid setting Olivia on fire.

 

[chirigami]

They did prove to be an excellent distraction. From his continued mutterings about her hygiene, to his sweep around his room to tidy up what already seemed to be neatly in place (and his bells... for now) and his considerate actions of placing his own fire bathed pet out of harms way; because that would have been a mess all in itself if his inari managed to get at the ghoul. (She thankfully didn't notice him in the pile).

A few of the fox like creatures in the mass seemed to pick up the scent that Molan was so set upon going on about. Slight recoils and scrunched up noses and perhaps some departed her side as Olivia knelt to them to make new friends. Her attentions seemed to have glided over to Id, drawn perhaps to his coloring for some unknown reason. "I have a blue one just like you," she smiled, brushing her blackened fingers against one his ears. In fact, Molan seemed to have a few more variations just like this otokoyo, gold and also black amongst the sea of shions and frost colored pets.

Olivia pushed up her lips in a slight frown once she caught him mentioning another bath that she would need to take in order to be, apparently, satisfactory. "I don't really have soap," she commented to him, still busy with showering his otokoyo with attention. The only type of cleaning supplies she possessed were more for cleaning her room, not something to use on herself.

raja

 

[Raja]

Yes, a few of the more stuck up shions did depart at the smell. Others just disliked it, but the chance for affection was enough. It was honestly a tossup for the bunch. Id, thankfully, was not one to judge and was happy enough to merely take the affection. His counterpart, well... Regalia snubbed everyone. He merely shifted to allow for a chin scratch. Reglia's loss. The ghoul, while a bit... rank to sensitive noses, was quite sweet. And she seemed a friend of their keeper, so of course he'd be nice.

Even Pitch and Black were merely scowling from their corners.

Everything was juuuust fine. Or at least it was until the comment of soap. At which point Molan merely looked up confused at the ghoul. "That... explains a lot." That he wasn't going to go into more detail on. Though it did get quite a few cogs going in his head as his eyes trailed to one side. Specifically to where the private bathroom with a full bath was. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous, but it couldn't hurt. Besides, it was meant in good will, really. He did have plenty of clean towels, and really buying some more soap and such wasn't a problem. It should all end well enough, assuming it didn't offend Olivia.

Then again, this was Olivia. Had he ever seen her offended? "If you'd like-" He stated, lifting one hand toward the door that was ajar to one side. "-there are clean towels, and soap as well. You can take a bath and see if that helps." He wasn't going to hate her for it if she declined, but honestly it wouldn't hurt her to smell like the dead. And not a junkyard.

Really.

chirigami

 

[chirigami]

The lose of a few wasn't terribly upsetting to the ghoul (she'd just have to work a little more at gaining their favor after all), she was glad for those that remained and even grinned at the gold otokoyo's disposition. He kind of reminded Olivia of Molan in a way, slight affection while still trying to hold a cool air about him. Of course he got his chin scratch, and more because showers of affection were clearly not just one small action.

But, her eyes were pulled away as Molan began to seem to make some sort of offer and she spotted him in time to gesture slightly to one of the other doors near him. Clealy not the closet, she knew what those looked like but another room. Apparently his wash room from the way he was speaking. Olivia looked from the door to Molan and back again, "you want me to take a bath?" She asked, a lightness in her tone and nothing to find that she found any ill intent in his words.

If it would help, why not? Besides, Molan was 'offering her things, perhaps items to keep. Because she liked keeping things. If it weren't for her being in a small pile of fluffy minis, the ghoul probably would have burst through those doors in mere seconds, but she had to dislodge herself a little before making her way over. "Is there a good way to use soap? I don't use it often." Was it just like washing dishes and counter tops?

raja

 

[Raja]

Regalia wasn't exactly displeased with the light pat, but he wasn't about to admit to enjoying it either. He merely dismissed Olivia after the event, wrinkling his noise a bit before curling back up. He likely could be said to take after his owner a bit. Regardless of if that was for the best or not. If Molan had a repressed overly friendly side though, Id was the representation of that as the Otokoyo pranced happily near Olivia for his turn, cocking his head to one side at the conversation.

"It wouldn't be a bad idea?" He stated simply at her question, a calm smile offered as his gaze fell on the room again. Though he wasn't entirely how to take her next question, actually a bit taken aback. "I..." She really never used it? Certainly they were things to bring fear and terror. But... but... hygiene! It was rather important and it hurt his head a bit to even imagine she'd never taken the proper way about things with it. No soap? You'd always have some grime left on you, and yes he knew about the undead being well undead... but...

THERE WERE STANDARDS ONE SHOULD HAVE!

His ears flattened out as bit against his head as he took a breath, fingers curling up a bit as he held in the little speech he wanted before smiling and nodding a bit. "Yes. Yes, it's a bit like that. Though rather, you want to ensure you smell as nice as the soap at the end." He didn't mean a field of daisies. No, that was just wrong as well. Like tea, or booberries, or.. well whatever the soap was scented after. "If you're not sure, perhaps... do you want to give one of them a bath too?" Right, he had a good idea. He quickly managed to catch one of the smaller shions that had darted away from her, it's bright fur specked with some plumage. It was the exotic one without any white feathers to be exact. "Why don't you give him a bath? When he stops trying to get away from you, you can assume you're clean?"

And thus, he wasn't the one judging. Now it was just his minipet doing it.

chirigami

Standards. Judging. Here have a fluffy.

 

[chirigami]

Molan's reaction was confusing to say the least, prompting Olivia to c**k her head a little to the side as he controlled .. whatever it was he wanted to say. His flattened ears seem to go against his smile and the tone in which he used to give her a little explanation. Was not using soap really that weird? She had never had much trouble with simply using water and sometimes .. sometimes shampoo.

So, even has her confusion seemed to linger when he thrust a small familiar shaped mini pet into her arms, she didn't object to his request in any means. Because, well, she had been handed so many things now (And maybe even to keep too!) "Alright," she nodded with a smile to the fox boil.

There was a little spin, picking up the edges of her ruffled skirt before it vanished, along with the rest of her, behind the door to his bathroom.

Honestly, she had to take a moment to collect herself once inside, because the interior of it was so nice and clean and amazing and nothing like she had really seen before. It was so pretty, as one would expect with someone like Molan. But this was a washroom and it held such elegance. She probably could have stood right there for who knew how long until a soft whine from the shion brought her out of her awestruck daze. It wanted to be free, it didn't like her smell and she had a job to do.

Grabbing one of the nice and fluffy pillows that was pretty much perfectly prepared on one of the towel racks, Olivia folded it haphazardly onto the ground and set the shion upon it for safe keeping (even though is so wanted to run). The ghoul proceeded to go about her normal bating routine (which was not as routine as Molan would probably prefer); preparing the bathwater, getting undressed and getting in the water. This time with soap. Which she stared at for a moment as she sat in the water, unsure of where to start.

Well, if it was like washing dishes. She grabbed one of the smaller towels and began to lather it up. Bubbles ~

raja

clever boy ~

 

[Raja]

There was a literal art to wording things in such a way that he properly explained that that was definitely NOT OK... without upsetting any feelings. Because Olivia likely didn't realize, what with being dead and all. Perhaps this was a bit of why undead were looked at with disdain by many demons. They just didn't even comprehend certain things other groups might have an issue with. Or at least some of the more uptight ones might anyway. Thankfully, it seemed his solution was acceptable.

Well to everyone aside from the minipet. No, it wanted to get away, that much was obvious. Though it seemed the solution was acceptable as she had accepted the poor little sacrifice. She was even heading off to go about matters, though... as a final thought. "Whenever you finish we can go get a snack if you'd like?" He offered as she seemed to head off. That in mind he had some time to kill most likely.

While Olivia was taking care of her own business, and the door was keeping the shion from escaping even if she let it down, he could just finish another chapter or two perhaps. And finish tidying up since he hadn't exactly been expecting guests. And his dorm room looked a level below belonging in one of those fancy home magazines. Shame. so much absolute and utter shame.

A few books back to the shelf here, a few homework assignments on the desk tidied up there, oh and that cup from tea earlier while he was reading could use washing. Though, thinking about it, he wasn't entirely sure how closely linked the water pressure was. It would likely be best to hold off on that until she'd finished bathing. So that would just wait in the sink, and let's see...

Right. When Olivia finished with her bath the room would be cleaner than it had been. Because a room that looked lived in just wasn't the proper image to be sharing with people. Well maybe it was okay to let it look like someone had sat on the bed once before. Maybe.

Chirigami

Remember, when a ghoul is taking a bath in your room the proper response is CLEAN ALL THE THINGS.

 

[chirigami]

There were a few noises in the main room, as far as Olivia could tell as she continued to scrub herself in a similar manner she would a dish or a table. It was a good thing she didn't have a lot of feeling left in her limbs, or one might consider it a little painful; and less skin if she scrubbed even harder. Her minipets would be now thankful that didn't get bathed in such a manner, or there would be a revolt on her hands. At least the forced into this situation with her didn't seem to want to raise one quite so much anymore, less wanting to run away more... she wasn't sure really. Maybe boredom or quiet defeat? (Or maybe she had success?)

But there were noises, and Olivia was curious to what Molan had turned his attentions to as the suds continued to grow around her, as she tried to clean every inch of her yet again. Really, it wasn't so bad if not for the fact she thought it a little silly to take a bath again. Was she supposed to do her hair as well? There was shampoo, nice pretty bottles from the looks of it but she had already gone through those motions. Her hair was alright, wasn't it?

Well, she thought so anyways, along with an appropriate time in the bath as it was, as she let the water drain and grabbed another of Molan's plush fluffy towels. Much nicer than her's, which had seen better days. And nice smelling, like the soap he had given her. Perhaps she would have to get some of her own (or Molan would allow her to keep it for next time, if she dared to even use such a wonderful thing).

Quietly, Olivia got herself dressed once again as the water cleared from the bath and put the washroom back in order as she remembered it. Water droplets cleaned up, towels folded and placed back and the shion back in her arms. And she was back in his room again, letting the door close behind her with a soft click. "Better?" The ghoul asked, smiling and awaiting approval.

raja

 

[Raja]

Perfection was nigh impossible to obtain, but perhaps close was possible. Regardless, the room was far tidier than it had been. Maybe a few bits of fur, and well... yes there was still that small wrinkle on the blanket on the bed. But he'd really tried to get those taken care of and it just wasn't happening. Really, after a few minutes he'd had to resign to picking up his book again and reading rather than trying to take care of that small ruffle in the bed cover.

Really. It was mocking him. How did those people in magazine and on shows do it? Another sour look was cast out of the corner of his eye briefly as his ears flicked back before looking back to his book. Really now.

Thankfully, Olivia returned before he could go back to debating what skill he lacked to obtain said perfection. Because otherwise he might have taken another go at the blanket. He Offered a light smile as she returned noting internally that, thankfully, she didn't seem to smell like a trash heap anymore. Like an undead, yes, but not trash. That suited her perfectly in his opinion. "Yes, a vast improvement." He replied, idly pointing to the fact that the pompous little shion wasn't avidly trying to escape. Even if it had resigned to it's fate at this point. "A bit of soap on occasion will you a lot of good." He added, closing the book he'd been reading before standing and placing it back on the shelf. "I'll clean up later, but did you want to go out somewhere then?" He hadn't forgotten is pseudo promise.

Or maybe it was an excuse to go out for a while. He did still kind of need to buy treats for his minipets, but that wasn't too pressing. Even if he was getting that look. Again. Regalia just had no patience.

chirigami

Nope. Not a reply. Those never happen. >o>

 

[chirigami]

The cleaning that had gone on was not noticed at first, as all eyes were on Molan for his judgement. Olivia had watched him as he offered her a smile and what seemed to be approval. (No, the shion didn't seem to be protesting about that any longer, he just wanted to be let go but couldn't seem to get himself free). The ghoul smiled in turn before her eyes wandered from him for a moment to the state of the room; well that made all that noise make sense. Though, she had not seen anything wrong with the state of his dorm to begin with.

She didn't say anything though, simply stared at him as he got from his seat and placed the book back. "I should buy soap," the ghoul stated flatly. Or maybe he would let her keep the one she used, it smelled rather nice and he had offered it to her after all. Or he could tell her the proper kind, the look she was giving him seemed to ask it in a way.

Or maybe they could go get some, Molan was extending an invitation. Olivia blinked for a moment, pondering her options as she finally released the fuzzy mini pet from her grasp. With nothing to occupy themselves with, her hands simply fell to her sides. "Eyescream?" Since they had yet to, and he had promised her a few times after all; she was holding him to it.

raja