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Sibyl let up and Efflo relaxed, marginally. Graciously, Gabby’s hand appeared and the he took it, eager to get to his feet and nestle into the safety of his boilfriend’s side. Sibyl seemed like a very nice ghoul and Efflo had no cause to feel anything other than kindness for her, but as Gabby introduced her as a really good friend, the horse couldn’t strike down that little pang of jealousy that rose up. He frowned at himself, he felt petty. It was not a proper way to feel to someone who was so sweet to you.

Before that little pang could grow any larger, however, it was Efflo’s turn to be introduced and the boil couldn’t help but feel a flutter of happiness as Gabby called him is boilfriend. It really was official, he thought, resting his head on the dragon’s shoulder. It was odd normally to see the cool boil blush, and even more so with the pink flush his human skin gave off. Efflo realized with a start that Gabby wasn’t even cold anymore. “You’re so warm,” he said with surprise.

Casting a glance at Sibyl, he decided couldn’t be afraid forever. Gabby obviously cared a lot about the little ghoul, which meant he should to. She was clearly worth caring about. Efflo gave his head a shake; he really needed to stop over-thinking things. So he resolved to try harder. He smiled at her brightly, best as he could, and nodded. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Sibyl. I’m glad you told Gabby he could, he probably wouldn’t have been able to figure it out himself,” he said with a grin, watching as she got to her feet.

He paused a moment before answering her next question. “Uh… Yes, really weird.” He looked down at his feet, waving the flimsy feeling flip-flop around with his foot. What terrible footwear, he thought, why even bother wearing shoes? How would these protect one’s feet? “I’m a horse,” Efflo answered next, wishing he could flick his ears or swish his tail or something. “Or at least, I was one. Now I’m sort of undead. How about you, Sibyl?”

“Sorry.” He mumbled feeling her shake. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He gave the boil, one he didn’t know a glance, starting to warm up from the combined body heat. He gave Olivia a confused glance. Breathing. Oh, right she was undead, he knew she didn’t eat either.

Suddenly he was pulled from his bubble of heat. “Hi Molan.” Were those ghoul cloths? It seemed maybe the pins glitched again. “I’m Jacken freezing.” he slipped up and clung to Molan not even arguing about being pulled from Olivia. “It’s s-sso cold.” There was a distinctive whine in his voice as a bit of demonic accent slipped though. He didn’t even care that Molan was normally a frost fox thing, right now he was much warmer than the air around them.

Selene was very proud of the fact she'd just stood up to this big, tall boil. Even if she was just a tiny thing compared to him, she was a teacher, and she was supposed to be in charge..! Size meant nothing! She would.. she would show him up if she had to!

But she didn't have to. He was on his best behavior today, and that eased her shaking just a little bit. She watched him leave, and then tried not to watch him leave, because she still remembered. And that was terrible.

So instead, she helped the students out some more. Some of the pins seemed to be fussy, after all - but at least no one else was naked! She would take that as a success. She picked up her own pin, settled it on her dress, and felt the gradual tingle that cascaded down her body. Her skin color faded to something more appropriate, and her long, beaded hair tightened and transformed. She felt naked without the hood over her head, and her shoulders hunched over as if to shy away from the modern clothing style.

Uru simply nodded to the once-undead girl. The pants appeared a bit too big, but small enough that they would not completely fall off. Reaching around his waist, he tentatively searched the area just above his coxis and noticed that there was no button there, there was no flap there for a tail. So not only was his tail gone, but these pants were meant to sag down like this!

The hellhound grumbled at this before ignoring it.

With one sleeve (on his right), he was content that his scarf still covered his mouth to hide his displeasure. His deep voice hummed into it as he spoke to the boy who complained about the cold. "Males produce a lot of heat. Do you not?" He questioned. Even though he was a hellhound that commanded (to an extent...) cold fire, his body radiated a considerable amount of heat that could warm anyone through the night. Uru rubbed his chest in contemplation.

No...

Wandering to Selene, he willingly took a pin, going to stick it on his vest, feeling a minor discomfort with the effects coming over him - having not gone through this quite yet. His decision on the whole situation?

Awkward. Peculiar. He was very unhappy and distraught about the VERY obvious lack of his vents, feeling his neck and chest immediately in a small panic for any sign of obvious overheating. They weren't there - and there wasn't any immediate sign off any impending meltdowns. He was safe . . . for now. But he didn't like it.

Patting down the new clothing he seemed to have collected in his disguise, he was pleasantly awarded with a scheme that seemed very "Eldrid" like - firey and brimstone coloured, but at the same time, sheer comfort and durability. Bunching it up again lightly, he looked around, catching sight of another new student who seemed a little lost, peering around herself.

Clearing his throat, he tried to close the distance between them, looking to her. "I hope you do not mind a little company, I do not know anyone here." He admitted, giving her a shy look.

Molan was unable to successfully remove the boil, who found that the sweater was made of something that felt nice. His own jacket didn’t even bother to covers his arms. Andrews cloths had almost excepted change as he usually wore something close to modern anyway. Unforchantly for the boil it mean he wasn’t exactly dressed for the temperature shock.

“Oh your bells are gone. How am I supposed to hear you coming now?” he turned to Uru. “I’m a flame demon and last I checked humans were basically reapers with maybe a fancy weapon. I don’t think they qualify as warm. Then again half this school lives in a state of near freezing.”

At least Andrew wasn't shaking as much now. He might be able to suffer on his own, but he wished he had a foxfire jacket or something. He still didn't let go of his heat source.

Uru scoffed at this and exhaled through his nose. He would suppose to those who were not active did not produce the amount of warmth he did. Though he was a cold-element demon, he did produce heat just like most, living males did. Uncrossing his arms, the 7', muscular, intimidating with stern eyed demon took strides toward the two males together. Clearly, Molan did not enjoy Andrew holding him in such a way, and the girl did not appear to appreciate it either. As to why, he had not the faintest idea. His parents enjoyed it.

"Remove yourself." he started simply. Placing a hand firmly onto Andrew's shoulder. Through the contact, Andrew would be able to feel the natural warmth that Uru's body produced as his body worked to burn through the calories that it stored. Thus the heat of the energy produced came off as heat. And that is why men are always warm. Yes. Warm. DEAL WITH IT.