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Mathias had been attending the school for well over two weeks, yet had somehow neglected to really move in any of his things. It wasn't such a big deal, really. He had a room, he had shredded blankets to sleep on in his natural form, and he ate in the cafeteria when the urge took him. He spent most of his waking hours hanging out by the gymnasium, completely neglecting the fact that he was enrolled in a school and should actually be attempting to learn, looking for spars and easy fights to pick.

But perhaps that novelty was finally wearing off....or perhaps he had just gotten his fluffy little bunny butt beaten too many times and his pride was more then a little wounded. Whatever the reason, today he had decided to take a break, and by taking a break, that meant that he was finally moving some actual possessions into his room from his old school.

Several trips back and forth through the winding maze of hallways that was the monster dorms, and the wolpertinger was eventually on his final load, cardboard boxes baring down on lithe yet muscular arms as he hurried along the hallways, wings tucked in close behind so as not to be an obstruction to those passing him by, and ears twitching as though in impatience.

He'd already spent too long doing this, was bored, and now wanted to find something else to do.

So maybe that was why, when he came upon an open door that just happened to be in the area of his own room, he turned into it thinking that it was indeed his own room. He was in a hurry, ready to just drop the boxes and leave, and the second he crossed the thresh hold, he did. They made a most satisfying thudding sound when they hit the floor.

He was ready to go, dusting his hands off, he was just about to turn towards the door.

And then his nose twitched.

Perfume. Ghouly smells.

This was not his room.

Mathias should have just turned and walked out. He should have, but for some reason, his curiosity over-rode his common sense, and instead, he chanced a peek upwards, red eyes taking in everything.

And ohhhh jack, did they take in a lot! The boil swallowed hard at the sight, his ears going absolutely stock-straight rigid and his tanned cheeks flushing pink instantaneously. The ghouls hair slid had slid into place to cover her assets, but not quite soon enough, and Mathias found himself stumbling backwards with wide eyes, and a low whimpering sound escaping from his throat.

She was the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes on, and he was absolutely and completely enthralled with her. He would be hers foreverrrrr....

She spoke, and her voice was like a chorus, achingly sweet and too perfect ever fit in on this plane of existence. But she was chastising him for his actions, and he instantly felt bad, his ears drooping as she closed the distance between them both.

"I--I--I..." He stuttered out, the pinkness in his cheeks washing away as the blood drained from his face completely. "I--d-did not mean..."

She was right there, in his face, and certain bare parts of her body eye level. She reached out with a claw and ran it across his cheek, and he sighed, his eyes becoming half lidded as he sag forward, his head beginning to spin dizzily.

This was what love felt like. He was sure of it.

"I can be anything that you vant." He murmured softly, with a dopey expression plastered across his face.

He let his face be easily guided so that he was staring into her eyes instead of at other things that were barely kept hidden, his cheeks still flushed pink. Her eyes were so beautiful, so perfect, with such an intensely spooky glow that was completely hypnotizing.

He could get lost in those eyes foreverrrrr.

At the compliment(?), Mathias's cheeks flushed an even brighter red, and he swayed a little on his feet. In his normal state of mind, being called adorable would have been an insult to his pride, but now? Now it was like the sweetest thing he had ever heard, the words falling from her lips making him feel like he was walking on air.

He swayed a little more dangerously.

When she turned away, his eyes followed her, and so did his feet as he stepped further into her room, following her until she stopped and sat, and then he stopped as well. Her question fell practically on deaf ears now, and he blinked a couple of times, attempting to concentrate on her words. What did she want? What did she want?

"Everything?" He guessed. "All that you deserve and more?" And he would give it to her. Anything that she asked for, in that moment, he would do it.

There was a reason Matty never looked a ghoul in the eye. Ghouls were dangerous creatures, and this one was only proving it as she took full advantage of the situation he currently found himself trapped in. She could have sat there and ignored him all night, and he probably would have continued to stand there and stare at her dopily until she finally told him to leave. In fact, he did just stand there the whole time, completely fixated on her.

When she spoke, he let out a small sigh. She was speaking to him again, and the sound was so achingly sweet he thought he might dissipate on the spot.

It probably would have been better for him if he had.

Instead, however, his eyes followed the movement of her body, and he began to sway rather dangerously on his feet once more, eyelids fluttering even while he tried to concentrate on what she was saying. A request of some sort....something to do with a thing called..Prom?

A tweak against his ear had a shiver running down his spine, but when she switched it to a small, gentle scratch against his head, he completely melted. He was like putty in her beautifully clawed hands. His entire posture seemed to just sink, shoulders sagging, eyes half lidded, and then.....

Thumpathumpathumpathumpathumpathumpathumpathump......

A foot was beating against the floor in response, and he slowly nodded his head.

"Of course. I vould be honored."

It was an honour. An absolute huge and earth shattering and life changing honour to be the one that would get to serve such a breath taking ghoul for an evening at the prom. He still really had no idea what a prom actually was, and with his mind as muddled with her beauty as it was right now, he didn't care to try and think of it. Instead he just continued to nod, his foot still beating it's rapid rhythm against the floor until her clawed hand no longer scratched that oh so sweet place just behind his ears. He might have even let out a small whimper when her hand moved away, foot thudding to a slow stop.

And then she turned away from him. It wasn't enough to break the spell completely, but with her sitting down and no longer looking into his eyes, and her ample bosom now no longer in easy view (despite being hidden by hair he had caught many small glimpses), his mind cleared just a little, just enough to know that this was wrong.

He took one trembling step backwards, eyes widening.

And then she glanced over her shoulder at him, and he stopped, and sighed, a small and dopey smile gracing his face once more before he reached up with one black clawed hand for the brush, and took two slow steps forward so that he could reach, now looking at her face in the mirror instead of full on. It wasn't the same, but it was enough to keep him in his momentary stupor.

Oh so carefully so as not to hurt her, he began running the brush through her lusciously exquisite hair.

"I am new." He admitted, only eager to be able to answer her questions. "Have been attending for two veeks now or maybe more. Many of my things only just have arrived." He explained. "I vas moving them to my den, vhich is...I guess next to yours." Or at the very least, could only be a few doors further down.

Unless she would let him live here. That actually sounded absolutely fine to him right now! Then he could brush her hair and stare at her dazzling features all day and all night every day of ever October of every year....