Ep2: The Imp went to my Class!

"Thanks for paying for dinner again!" Becky said as she hopped out of Brad's car. "No problem, just please stop flaking out on me," Leana answered, taking her groceries with her out of the car.

"I promise. Besides I always pay you back!" Becky said. "Come on Brad, the quad isn't too far away! I can even sneak you in, play spin the bottle..." Brad turned around from the driver's seat with a confused look. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Pffft, like I really need to show up on time." Brad gave her a weird glare. "Well yeah, it's a required course."

"So was history, and I never showed up for that," Becky said. Brad gave Leana her house keys and farewell saluted. "I'll see you at midnight I guess unless you're actually staying up on time."

"Not really, I just wanna sleep after going out to eat." She waved and turned around to go into the house, listening to Brad's car pull away while sifting through her friend's house keys. After finding the right key she started inserting, only for the door to swing open away from her. Mortoii appeared to be the one opening the door, completely naked and holding a spoon covered in tomato sauce. "Hi!"

"Oh god, why?" Leana said, rushing inside to push the door closed. As soon as she shut the door, she felt the temperature increase in the house, making her sweat under her jacket. "Also who turned up the thermostat?"

"That is actually why I wanted to talk to you about it. You see, since I was now supposed to stay in this location, I am looking at what else your lifestyle holds." He pointed to the thermostat on the wall of the living room, set in the high 80s. "That was the first thing that caught my eye. However, by the time I was playing with it, I couldn't turn it back down…"

"Did you press the button with the triangle that was pointing up?"

"Yes, and I know what you are about to ask." He jumped and glided over to the thermostat, pressing the down button to lower the temperature. For some reason though, a beep sounded whenever he tried to put back to temperature to where it was. "The underside said there was a 'manual' somewhere, but you never said where…"

"It's pointless, it's probably shredded or something…" Leana said, moving her hand to block her vision of the imp's crotch. "But why are you cooking?"

"Your friend said you didn't know how to cook, so…." Imp took her into the kitchen, showcasing all the activity going on. He had almost every appliance running, from the stove to the oven under, to the microwave in the corner of the countertop. Despite the busy area, the entire place was clean, save for condensation and a few small spots. "...I decided to show you how!" He says excitedly, his junk flopping around with every movement he made.

"That's cool but isn't there a custom in your world to wear clothing inside the house?"

"No, why? Is it illegal here? Or, is it turning you on?~"

"Illegal. Definitely illegal in the state of New Jersey." Mortoii nodded and placed his spoon down, leaving and coming back with the laptop from her room. "This has a similar screen. It must be able to provide proof."

"Only if you put on your clothes." He shook his head. "Why don't take yours off? You look miserable Leana."

"Because it's illegal…" she started walking away, taking off her jacket while going to the bedroom. "And I'm not miserable, it's just cooler in the night." Once she had come back in a random t-shirt and panties, she saw that Mortoii had put on his underwear, but his clothes were still off and tucked away somewhere. At least his junk is gone now, she thought. She leaned against the wall, watching him move around. Even though he had an hour to acclimate, he still ended up pleasantly surprised when he found a new ingredient. To her though, it seemed like he was adding in whatever his hands could grab.

"Come on, I can't teach you're watching my tail the entire time," he said while making his lithe tail wag around. "While that would be fun, I'll watch it tomorrow."

"Already? But the moon isn't at it's highest!" He exclaimed. "You nor the Brad fellow even go to bed at this time."

"That was when I could afford to wake up late. Now, I can't." She turned around, her progress to bed halted by him. His hand slid down his arm, settling on gripping her wrist. "And why would a fine specimen like you need rest for?" He asked out of curiosity. "Are you planning to surprise me, maybe?"

"No, but thanks for the idea." She patted his head and took a stride away from him, but he held on. "Come on! I must know. You wouldn't want Brad to see me here, would you?"

"Nope, because then I would have to explain to him why my long lost cousin….burnt down his entire supply of, kale why do I smell kale burning?" Mortoii took two sniffs and let go, quickly going to check on the stove. She ran in the opposite direction, using her headstart to escape up to her room. She heard him land in front of the door, immediately starting to pick the bedroom lock. "Just because I need to multitask does not mean I will not find out!" She chuckled and blocked the door with a basket, backing away to see if it worked. He had the lock undone, but the rim of the basket seemed to block him from turning the door. "Drat!"

"Ha, enjoy cooking by yourself," she called out, turning off the light now that she was confident he wasn't getting in. She fell fast asleep after the knob jiggling stopped. Her dreams passed without issue, seemingly defying the laws of time to once again teleport her into a warm morning. She woke up before the alarm, waiting in the early light for it to go off. She rolled out of bed, sensing a distinct lack of Imp as he eyes found the light switch.

"Oh right," she said, noticing the basket she shoved in front of the door last night. She opened the door expecting him to have rested in front of the door, but she instead found a plate of breakfast fixed up for her. The edges of the plate were decorated in purple jam styled in hearts. She peaked in the doors nearby to check if he was hiding away until she came out. She narrowed her eyes, picking up to take the food back in the room. Her eyes stared at the hallway constantly, only breaking away once she had to go inside the bathroom.

More food appeared on her bed when she came out of the shower. It was impossible not to notice, the way that the second plate steamed up and the appearance of a glass of orange juice. She tightened up her towel and looked around her room, shining a flashlight in the deep recesses of under her bed and the closet. Anywhere else was physically impossible for him to hide behind, she thought. He was small, but he couldn't fit behind the 2 inches behind the tv stand, nor tuck himself into a ceiling corner. She ran a broom rapidly in each corner, but didn't connect with any tails or smooth skin. Drat.

A car horn honked outside. She peeked outside of the second story townhome, seeing Brad looking out. He had planted himself on the hood of his car, eating almost nearly the same thing. He mouthed 'hurry up' to her, scooping another forkful of bacon up into his mouth. "What the…" she muttered as she unlatched the lock on the window, raising it up open. "Where did you get that?"

"From the kitchen. This is some good stuff Leana. I never knew you could cook!" he said.

"I never cooked that though," she said, readjusting her towel again. "You know I'm trash at food."

"Hey, don't be so modest. We all can be masters with a Youtube tutorial or two. Also, it's 8:30, we got class soon." She closed the door and thought to herself. There is no genuine way that Brad thinks she randomly turned into Gordon Ramesy. It does make the most sense, as he didn't know of the other person that had been inside the house that day.

"Speaking of which where is that brat," Leana asked herself as she put the finishing touches in her hair, brushing all the stray strands down. It would put her mind at ease to check some more places, but it was getting late enough to be a problem for later. She ate her food and hopped in Brads car. "Finally, she shows herself," Brad said as she jogged down the steps. "Becky is gonna through a fit if we're late."

"It's not my fault she didn't get the textbook," she remarked. "Can't she borrow Kaiden's?"

"You know she doesn't follow him around," Brad responded, shiting the car into drive. "You're like, her main way to mooch."

"Just like I mooch off your house?"

"Haha. Besides, you buy all the food so it's cheaper for you to live here. Why do you even still have that dorm anyway?" He asked while the car stopped at a intersection. Everything was still slightly foggy from the morning. "You know I'm stuck with that dorm until my Junior year."

"Glad I opted out in the beginning then. You know, because those dorms are small as fuuuck."

"All about 'encouraging you to have the 'full Jersey nightlife', because I'm just begging to go to frat parties every weekend." She went on her phone, stumbling on a wall of Mortoii posing inside her dorm closet. "The guy finally got my password down, huh…."

"What?" Brad said, looking in the rear mirror.

"Oh, nothing. Are we almost there?" she asked while peaking out of the window. He made the last turn into the campus, stopping in front of the first and oldest building there. It had the creative architecture of a literal block. Its style was red bricks on top of slightly faded red bricks. Windows to look at the outside were far and few between. They both seemed to internally revolt at it, and today was no different as he parked in front of the building. "Why does 'this' have to be the parking lot that you got on your id?" Leana questioned as she closed the door, taking her backpack and purse. Brad shrugged and got his things as well, entering onto the inside.

The inside wasn't much better. From the moment they walked in, they saw rows and rows of bookshelves. One section was history, one section had math books, one section had who the fuck cared? It was all on top of a boring carpet with a color pallet that amounted to slightly more interesting brown. It was all under fluorescent lightbulbs that had the sense to, at least, not be 80s yellow. Instead, the throwback gods blessed the occupants of the library with...wait for it….2000s white.

There were few breaks from the monotony. The first was the front of the library. There was a space with a circular desk and nothing else. Brad and Leana both checked and moved on, passing the next break on the way. A statue, dedicated to the founder of the college. There were rumors that the entire foundation was built around this statue, and seeing how the only things that had to happen to the library were just paint jobs and cleanings, then didn't doubt it. There was one place that was great for not making people regurgitate their soul, however.

They came out of the shaky elevator rather fast, as if it was hanging on a string about to fall back down. They saw Becky and Kaiden already there, Becky frustratedly trying to teach Kaiden while not understanding herself. Around their room were doesn't of sketches on the wall, all done in perishable marker. It was what made this study room unique; the building staff never seemed to erase their doodles. The crew of grademates established the room as their own, as the culture went. It brought a smile to see their spot shining like a beacon in an ocean of repetitiveness, but Becky wasn't as pleased. "Leana can you fix this bitch!?" She said, immediately yelling at Leana. "He's not getting it!"

"Ouch," Kaiden went.

"Do you get it?" She said, taken aback initially.

"Of course not! We have a test today don't we? Don't tell me we have a test today?"

"We don't have a test today," Leana said. Becky took a deep breath and sank into a chair, the creak of the padding seeming to relax her. "Thank god…hey, did Brad get a cat?" The four of them looked towards where Becky was looking, seeing a purple-colored cat lick himself. Leana immediately narrowed her eyes, pushing Brad in and closing the door. "Probably some other weirdo on his floor," she said.

"What nerd would come up here? Not even the smart people use this building to study," Kaiden piped up. "Also, that cat is clawing at the window now." They looked again, seeing the cat perch itself on the thin space jutting out before the large glass window. It looked to each one, meowing at Leana last.

"Awwww, it wants you!" Becky said. "Lets adopt it."

"Yeah right. I'm not taking that thing inside my dorm," Leana said, taking out her notebook. "Besides, we don't know if the cat is neutered." As if it could understand it. The cat meowed and hopped down, tapping it's claw at the door.

"My dad always said to check for balls to see if the cat had been to the vet," Kaiden advised. "Just gotta grab it without letting it bite you."

"That makes no sense," Leana responded.

"Well you're learning about plants. Not like you are the premier expert on cat balls or anything."

"Kaiden's just the best at animals isn't he?" Becky said, hugging his arm. "Can you get the cat?"

"Wait what? No, I can't touch that thing, it might not be neutered!" Leana smirked, going up to the door to tap it back. "It's waiting for you, Jane Goodall."

"You can't be serious, I'm not staring at purple cat balls." The three of them made chicken noises at him, not stopping until he begrudgingly got up. "Fine then! Get ready to see some real good shit."

"You want me to toss your baseball glove?" Brad asked. Kaiden nodded and caught the backpack tossed to him. He took his glove out and put the backpack over his chest, getting into a squat as he turned the doorknob. The cat pushed the door back tried squeezing by him, but the animal expert dove for it, trapping it under his glove and grabbing it into his arm. The other three cheered him on as he wrestled the cat, taking off his glove to put it in a waist hold under his armpit. "Come on! Don't wanna hurt but you seem to wanna hurt me!"

The cat all of a sudden stopped, either by choice or because it was out of breath. Kaiden held it under his arm a bit longer, then changed to a cradle to quickly glimpse at the cat. "Uhhh…..unneutered."

"Are you sure?"

"Feel free to look at his balls if you want." Kaiden put the cat back down, quickly rubbing the fur that rubbed off on him. "Fuck any of you if you took a video."

"I was too busy laughing for that," Brad said, still chuckling as he checked the time. "Oh wow, we need to go to class." The four quickly filed out, but not the cat hopping onto the table to keep Leana from picking up her purse. "Meow!"

"Kaiden can you wrestle him again?"

"No uh! I'm not showing up to practice with the coach asking why I smell like a cat." He obviously declined, but the asking was enough to get the cat to step off. She picked up her purse and followed out, making sure to lock the cat behind in the backroom.

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The general mood of the campus was a lot better than the library. Every other part had been renovated or was, at the very least, under 7 years old. They made their way long the same path, until eventually splitting off to their own locations. Becky locked arms with Leana, skipping with her all the way to their morning class. "Come on Leana, we're going to be late if we don't skip!"

"We're going to be late even if we run. Watching a baseball player wrestle a cat was worth it though."

"You totally got a picture?"

"No, I'm not that evil."

"Aww, I thought we could hide pictures from him together." Becky pulled out her phone, unlocking it and showing the cat pawing for his eye mid-swing. "Beck…"

"Pleeeease? If you tell him I will literally hate you forever." Becky made a pout face, Leana staring back blankly. "Oh fine! I just won't show anyone but him."

"Whatever." They entered through the revolving door, making a beeline for the classroom. "Oh crap, he's standing outside today," Becky said, moving behind Leana. She had spotted the professor, all dressed in a grey suit and bowtie staring at each and ever person that passed by. "Well well well, I see my favorite person has arrived. Along with her watan friend," he said. "Why are you 3 minutes late?"

"Shit," Becky whispered in panic. "We had to save a cat from um…"

"Animal Abuse? A running car? Your excuses tend to be as dire."

"Rain," she eeked out. The professor sighed and waved them through. "Becky if you tried as hard at anything like you do on tests, you wouldn't even need to come up with an excuse. Leana however, this is rare. Did you get dragged behind by something?" Leana shrugged, hearing a cat meow from inside her back. The professor's eyes widened. "Wait, you two really did have a run in with the…"

"I swear, I wasn't going to take him inside!" Leana opened the bag. The purple cat clambered out, pushing a textbook out to her and meowing again.

"Well, it seems Becky did try with the excuse this time," the Professor said flatly. "I swear, I didn't even know how he got inside my bookbag!" Leana said.

"Even still, better it happened here rather than inside. Now detach that thing from your leg before I have to make a formal action."

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Leana had ran outside, going deep enough into the forest before dropping the cat from her hands. "Mortoii stop following me around!" she told the cat, watching it just lick his paws. "And change back! We are alone, you can spare to at least not make me break my neck looking down at you." Nothing changed, except for the cat hopping onto Leana's shoulder.

"Alone! A L O N E. You can change. This is so…weird ugh!" She double checked if anyone had her head, sighing in her head when she saw anyone. "Alright, since you want to play this game, I guess i'll have to ditch you." She got up, circling around the purple cat. "Cats aren't too fast probably, with there tiny limbs and small body. I could probably outpace back to the building. Doesn't that scare you?" She faked like she was about to run, the cat staying still. "Aha! I saw that eye twitch. I can run, and I can close the door behind me. By the time classes end, you will be lost Motoii. Stuck among people filling the pathways and losing me completely. It must be freaking you out huh? Huh?!"

"Meow." went the cat

"Alright that's it. How about I tell everyone about your existance. If you do not change back, I will tell...uhhh...Becky, I'll tell Brad, I'll tell everyone."

"Meow."

"Of course I'll do it! Don't think I won't." She stood straight up, asserting herself over the cat imp. "I'll count to 10 Motoii. I'll really do it!"

"Meow"

"One!.....Two!...Three!...." she watched for a change, but the cat just smugly stared. "Fourfivesixseveneightnine!" She suddenly sped up, raising a finger rapidly at the cat.

"....meow."

"Nine and a half I fucking swear to Jesus."

"......."

"......."

"Meeeeoww." That seemed to set her off. She yanked up the cat, clutching her tightly. "F-fine then! Stay like this. You still can't come with me in class, so you are gonna wait like a good little kitty in a bush or something." She ran around the building, finding a nice obscure bundle of bushes to hide rebellious thing. "Enjoy the next three hours, because it's gonna be the last time you will ever see me again!"

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Leana had an inch keeping her mouth shut. She checked the time frequently throughout the day, almost jumping out of her seat with each time the hour passed. She was ready to expose him once and for all. His antics had finally forced her hand, and that hand was gonna come down on him like a- "Leana!" Becky yelled in her ear. "Huh?"

"Earth to Leana. You were staring at your table for the last five minutes." Becky waved to the lab they were in. Everyone had filed out by now, except for the professor doing paperwork. "Class is over…."

"Doi. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the smart one. Thank god I'm not, we would have failed."

"Becky….get the boys together." Her friend looked at Leana, a smile forming from glee as she began to bounce beside her. Leana's eyes drew momentarily to her shaking chest before looking away in self-awareness. "You're finally going to go to a party!?"

"What? No, just call Brad and Kaiden."

"Wow." Disappointed, Becky gathered her things up and pulled out her phone. "What a buzzkill. I guess we could do that surgery game again…."

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Brad later heard knocks at the door to his house. "Oh, pleasant seeing...you two here."

"I heard we playin' operation man!" Kaiden said. "Brought Damien over so we can light, yall up!"

"You know that's cheating dude."

"What y'all call cheating, I call finding an opportunity." He whistled back to the car. A smaller, endomorphic kid stepped out of the car. "Look up bro, you're glued to that psp!"

"You know dad would never let me play this much at home," Daimen said. Despite not even looking where he was going. He perfectly went up the stairs without hitting anything. All while continuing his game. "Whatever, I only brought you so we can kill these guys at Pictionarrrryyyyy."

"Hey Dame," Becky said. Damien stepped back when she went for a hug, going down a step. "Not a chance."

"Yeah…." Kaiden turned back to Brad. "We should probably go in before he trips and I get in trouble."

"I get that." Brad stepped asside as the three all came in. Damien immediately went upstairs, pulling a few cords and a charger out of his pocket. "I know Brad or the other chick has a tv..." He checked Leana's room first, finding an imp fellow that had gotten there before him, his eyes glued to a cooking channel. He was furiously scribbling things down a notepad as well. "Sup."

"Hi fellow," Mortoii said without blinking.

"Can I uh, use this?" Damien said, holding up his handheld game. Mortoii darted an eye, his pencil stopping along the paper. "What is that?"

"PSP."

"P...SP? As in?"

"Just, PSP." Damien also held up cords. "Wanna connect it to the tv and the wifi."

"Interesting. Aren't you're curious at all about my appearance?" He shook his head, not having a care in the world. "Can I connect this now, I'm hopping on a game with my friends." Damien sounded hasty, tapping his shoulder. Mortoii nodded. "You must let me watch."

"Fine." In 30 seconds the channel was off, and Damien had the screen mirrored from his game onto glorious 36 inch 720p HD Resolution. Mortoii retreated onto the bed, laying on his front as he watched waves of blue shift along the screen. If the weirdly shaped screen had his attention, the 5-note tune and calming colors had him glued like a moth.

Meanwhile downstairs…

"I'm telling you, this cat, is an imp!" Leana said, holding up the purple cat like a carnival prize. "Are you sure you can't adopt the cat Brad? I am pretty sure she wants it to," Becky asked.

"No I don't!"

"Adopt, not adopt, I thought we weere playing games man," Kaiden said disappointed.

"In a moment, but please you guys just listen? I know I'm right. Brad, you know how I said it wasn't me that cooked all that food? It was him! He even followed me when I went out to eat with you. Kaiden nothing really happened around you."

"Fair," he said nodding.

"My point is, he's been living with us, and I know where he is. He is right here, as the embodiment of a cat! Come out Motoii!"

"Woah woah woah," Brad said, taken cat imp from Leana before she gripped any hard in bewilderment. "This is….are you sure you're not on medication?" At that moment, Mortoii came down the steps, with Damien following behind him. "Leana! You called."

"What." Her look darted between him and the cat, the cat meowing as if it was done with all the crazy assumptions.

"Wait, so that guys an alien? Or the cat?" Kaiden asked, just as if not more confused than Leana.

"I think the boy beside your brother," Becky said. "Even still, he looks like he's playing dress up. Doesn't your brother watch anime?"

"I'm not gay like that," Damien suddenly said, turning to Motoii. "You said you were making magic pasta? Ma never makes pasta at home."

"Your mother sounds strict," Mortoii responded, still looking at Leana. For once he wasn't clearly smiling, more so offended. "You seem adgitated Leana."

"Like hell I am! You sent a cat after me!"

"Of course I didn't. Where I would get the time to find a purple cat. In addition, you had awoken for something this morning. If I wanted to bother you, I wouldn't do it now." The cat hopped out of Brad's arms, going back into Leana's lap. "It's adorable though. It seems like I am exposed now, so Brad may I stay?" The owner of the house shrugged. "Sure."

"I'm done. You're letting him stay?" Leana said. "You're not even panicking. He just appears out of nowhere and-"

"Hey, I don't feel poisoned from breakfast. Why not let him?"

"That is another thing. I had wished to soften the blow with flowers but…" Mortoii flew into the kitchen, coming back with a bundle of translucent blue grapes. "I wanted to know if the drained grapes would work well over blue fire. It went swimmingly, but it took a 'thing' happening for a while before I had remembered that-"

"You jacked off in the guest bathroom and their food hade something that them horny," Kaiden finished.

"How did you figure that out exactly?"

"Because everyone masturbates?" He said, as if self-pleasure was universal. Brad looked at his hands, not feeling much of anything. "Weird, I don't feel anything. Are you pulling our leg?"

"Not at all. Again, I apologize." Mortoii said while bowing. "I understand if this hurts my ability to stay here."

"I say it would. Becky, can you back me up on this?" Leana said.

"Actually, this is great." Everyone in the room collectedly made a silent 'what?' at Becky as she started to get up and pace around. Even Damien, he had helped himself the pasta regardless. "Think about it. We eat the non-drained berries, we get all hot and sexy, put on some perfume, which can get us so much sex at Britinay's party at the quad tonight!" Becky's voice crecendoed the further along her idea went. "Because who wouldn't like the guy that had a foursome last night?" Becky motioned to Brad. "Or the girl who had sex with the star quarterback. Leana, thinking about you girlfriend." Leana rolled her eyes.

"And just like that, I'm in. Although," Kaiden said, getting up to close the space between him and the Imp. "If you so much as look at Dame weird, you're dead meat."

"Message recieved," Mortoii said, chuckling. "I guess i'll go upstairs now-"

"Nope. Now that we know you're exist, me and Damien are gonna smoke you in Operation now!" Kaiden lifted him up and sat the imp right next to himself, Damien joining once he had his bowl of pasta ready.

A stove worth of food and 3 bottles of wine later, everyone had been stuffed. Damien, having been underaged, had barricaded himself in Brad's room long before they all started to fill out for the night bash. Mortoii started walking out as well, before noticing that Leana had disappeared as well.

"Mort, come on we're waiting on a uber down here," Becky called, giggling as she hopped on Kaiden.

"I will join in a moment. Or not. If I don't, you three go on without me," he said.

"Whatever! 5 or 3, we are still gonna party!" Mortoii closed the door, going to the one place she would be. The door was wide open when he got there, but the window for conversation looked shut and locked.

"So….the Imp makes an apperance," Leana said, taking another swig from her water bottle.

"Pictionary ran long."

"Just like you played the long game? Hmm? You made everyone seem like, I'm crazy for not like someone randomly, come into my house or somethin."

"I kept myself hidden until you revealed my existence, did I not?" Leana stared at him as if he had proposed the earth was flat, then went under her bedsheets to sulk. "I have a headache."

"Then i'll bring more water," Mortoii responded, goiing to the side of the bed to stand.

"My stomach hurts."

"My father always had a remedy for that."

"I want to die."

"....do you mind coming to my world? I might know of an organization that can help you experience tha-"

"What do you want from me?" She ripped her blaket off, sitting up in frustration with him. "Y-you're this magical being that can, turn invisible and, make clones of yourself. Everyone you've seen besides me likes you. You have literally no reason to still be here. I mean I treat you like…" she choked up on her words before she could finish, staring down at her lap with disappointing eyes.

"Like what?" he quietly asked, fidgeting with his tail.

"....like garbage. I treat you like garbage." She wennt back to hiding herself from the conversation under the blanket. "Just fuck off and let me be alone."

Mortoii tried keeping the conversation going, but from that point on she didn't respond or groaned under the blanket. He sighed and sat on the bed, thinking of something to open her up but backing off each time a thought would cross in his head. "Leana, are you still awake?" he asked. He was given the same silence and occasional loud sound effect from a different room as his answer. "Fair enough. Since you are asleep, then I assume I can open myself to you."

"I know I seem like a confident curious fellow in a short package, but if I must be honest...I miss home. The only places I have truly gone were all the locations you were also at. Your closet, the house of Brad, the neat looking store where you brought me the food leftover. I don't think I have ever tried lobster meat until you. I never would have either, if you were not there." He spied her shuffle under the corner of his eye, but the blanket still didn't lift off.

"I know what you might think. Why not go to the comforts of my own reality, where I am among my own? I obviously have the means; how else could have I gotten the berries? Well, it is a silly answer, but I still have questions I want answered. Only, I want to answer them with you at my side. You could propose that, just maybe, I am looking past it all, and saying that you are the reason I'm still here?"

The blanket was slowly moved down, just enough for two teary-eyed eyes to glare at him. "You were crying?" As soon as he had pointed it out, Leana had begun to retreat the blanket back over her head. "Wait," the imp said, placing his hand in front of the blanket's path. "I didn't mean it in a negative way. It just affirmed that you do care in the end~"

"....you aren't going to that party?"

"Not without you of course."

Leana looked away for the moment before getting up, pulling something out of her closet to wear. Mortoii watched, excited and intrigued. "Does this mean we are going out?"

"Yeah, but take something from the closet to cover up. Actually no need. All the parties Becky goes to have too much alcohol to matter."