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After visiting the coffee booth Seiji had wandered over the cafeteria for a quick snack, which had turned into a three course meal. Though really, race considered, that was still pretty light. As a hungry ghost, Seiji certainly lived up to his race.

He was on his way back to his dorm when he almost tripped over a few scattered books. Blinking down, recognized the ghoul he'd met outside not too long ago, and with a c**k of his head he knelt down, bending so he could see her face. "You alright?" For all he knew something serious could have happened. He didn't want to pry, but if he could help in some way then he would.

One glance at her face was enough to reassure him that she wasn't crying, merely frustrated, and he smiled gently at her, reaching out to pick up a book, then another, and another. Stacking them in his arm. "How about I give you a hand with all these, hmm?" After he picked up the sixth he turned a curious loo on her, one brow arched. "Did you check out the entire library?"

Chuckling, he managed to get the last of the books balanced in his arms, then rose back to his feet, smiling at her from around the stack. "I've gotcha." Really, it wasn't any trouble. The books didn't weigh much, not for him, and he didn't have anything else better to do. Even if he had, he could take a few minutes to help out a new friend. Especially such a pretty new friend.

Dark brows lofted at the explanation of the dragon minipet, and he could offer her little more then a blank face on the subject, having never even heard of the possibility of a pet coming from a book. "Well," he started unhelpfully, before that easy smile had returned. "You've got enough reading here, hopefully you find something." The door opened, and he slipped inside the room, moving to set the books on her desk where indicated. "S'fine, I wasn't doing anything."

"Owe me? Nonsense." Although... "Of course if you eel you must pay be back in some way, I'm sure I could come up with something." Hands now free, he let them fall back to rest on the edge of the desk as he leaned against it. Legs crossing at the ankle. "You're pretty tech savvy, right?" Black fingers disappeared into his pocket, digging for his phone. "I've been told that I have to set up a critter account, and I can't get past the initial set up so I can start following people I actually know. Maybe you could give me a hand?" Liar. He had figured the damn thing out weeks ago, but had just been too lazy to do anything with it.

He handed the phone over as she drifted over and perched on the desk beside him, and automatically he shifted so his left arm crossed behind her back. A little close to be casual, but the phone screen wasn't that big, and he wanted to at least look like he gave a damn about what was on it. Really, the act was for her benefit. If she felt like she needed to pay him back, then this was an easy way to let her. It also meant he didn't have to rush out of there. Their meeting outside had been pretty brief, and she seemed like a pretty nice ghoul. Also just pretty. Why wouldn't he want to get to know her better?

A lazy smile slide along his lips as she took the phone and started fiddling with it, and he leaned in a little closer. "If you didn't add yourself it'd be an insult," he declared, head turning so he could aim a smirk in her direction.

The thump from the closet drew his attention, and he stared towards the doors for a long second, then gave an amused sniff, shaking his head. He had three minipets that called his dorm room home, and that was enough. They were all small, well behaved, and generally friendly. That was how he liked it. He didn't envy Rosy her closet dragon.

While she messed with the phone, the boil let his eyes rove around the room, taking in the lay out, the decorations, whatever he could that would help him figure out the ghoul beside him a little better.

Sadly, her room wasn't all that interesting other then the casketball, so his attention returned to the ghoul beside him rather quickly. He'd stopped bothering with watching what she was doing with his phone, and instead his gaze had slide to take in a very lovely figure, and charming features. The apparent "damage" that marked her in places made him curious, and as she hopped up to stand in front of him to offer the phone back he took it, before asking. "So what are you exactly?" Obviously a ghost, but he was talking specifics here.

The phone was tucked away into his pocket again without so much as a second glance. It quite possibly gave the entire needy boil act away, but whatever, he didn't really care.

Hands now free, he wove his fingers together, resting them against his thighs as he watched her. The picture of polite interest. Well, mostly polite. The flick of red on black eyes that took the ghoul in from toes to curls was a little obvious.

It still felt a little odd, openly flirting with someone other then his ex, or Sarias, but he was a free agent. Rosy was nice, and very attractive, if a bit shy around boils. That was actually a little endearing. Or maybe just familiar. Either way, he was enjoying her company.

His eyes followed her around the room as she checked on her pets, settling on her face as she turned back to him to answer. "Don't think I've met a night hag," he admitted, lips pursing thoughtfully. He would have asked what sort of abilities she had, but she provided the answer without him having to say a word, and he nodded, a little impressed. "That's actually pretty cool, though I suppose some dreams are nicer to visit then others." There were some folks that he knew carried some pretty solid nightmares, and he would never want to tread through their minds while they slept. No thank you.

The grin returned when she asked him about himself, and he unclasped his hands, holding them palm up as he shrugged. "I'm a Jikininki, or otherwise known as hungry ghost." His left hand, the one that was black as ink, moved forward, and the rounded tips of his fingers lengthened, thinning, until they were wicked looking claws. "Not only can I eat anything, but I can control the darker bits of my body." The darkness that had stretched along the whole of his arm up to nearly his shoulder had crept lower, the highest trickle of rot not even reaching his elbow.

The tips of his claws wiggled, waving at her. "Pretty handy in a fight." He chuckled, recalling a couple years back when the claws had been permanent. "Here, give me your hand." He held the wicked looking talons out to her, waiting for her to either slide her fingers between his own, or deny him.

He nodded as she mentioned having spoken with Xui, and the warning she'd received. It made sense she'd have talked with the Baku, their abilities being so similar. As a ghost he didn't sleep much, and with his bed now empty for the most part, he slept even less. "I'd let you wander through my dreams, but sadly, they're few and far between these days."

Wrapping his fingers around her's carefully, he let the tips tickle along the back of her hand before he used that hold to pull her just a little closer. "Fangs huh?" He hadn't noticed before, but now that he was looking for it, her teeth were indeed sharper then the usual. Of course, he had points of his own. "I've got those, kinda." He grinned wide for her, letting her see his teeth and the zig zag they made against each other. Her bite might have been designed to tear flesh, his was meant to tear anything. The better to eat with.

Of course as he'd spoken the claws had shorted, fingers shifting around her's as his hand returned to normal. He then lifted her hand up and bent so he could lay his lips against the backs of her knuckles. Not quite a kiss. All the while red eyes were rolled up so he could watch her face.

"It does have a touch of irony," he agreed, chuckling faintly. Then grinned as she referred to him as a double threat. He didn't know about all that, at least as far as spars or fighting were concerned, but the claws and teeth did come in handy for other things. So he shrugged, broad shoulders rolling back before he let his gaze wander down to the small hand still held in his own. She was a dainty thing. He sifted his grip on her hand so they were playing palm to palm. The contrast in size was significant.

Her question had him making a curious hum and he looked up from their hands. "I like sports," he offered, lips curling in a smile. "Playing them more then watching them. I also like music, including playing it or singing. Also dancing." He chuckled, aware that it was unusual for a guy to really enjoy dancing. He had to figure it was because most guys didn't know how really, but he did. Aislin had taught him. It had been what they did for fun back when they were living on the streets before his adoptive parents took him in.

Dark fingers closed around her much smaller ones again. "How about you?" He figured casketball was high on her list, but he was more curious about what came after.