Wilbur
What am I doing. What *Am* I doing. 

Nothing but that simple question roamed his mind as he took a look around the decrepit, old, foggy and probably ghost filled yards. His eyes occasionally darting to the stones and plaques. He's grown used to this. Surrounded by death, and was once considered dead himself, but that doesn't bother him anymore. He's constantly thinking of a logical answer to his earlier question. Maybe he just wanted to take a walk and ended up here? Did his subconscious tell him to go here? Who knows. This is one strange, sad, person.
Suzanne
*A blue flame could be seen from a distance getting closer and closer to Hilbert, it was a Lampent but something about this one seemed familiar*

*Suddenly, he would feel a tap from behind him it was light*

"Long time no see, and in such a strange place huh?"

*The Lampent would go behind Hilbert, now with its trainer*

"So that's why you brought me here huh?"
Wilbur
His eyes twinkled brightly upon the familiar sight, a smile formed from ear to ear, and his eyebrows raising in eagerness. He put his hand on his hat and the other in his own pocket.

"Guess so. Strange as Strange as can be, but this isn't a surprise, don't you think?" Hilbert responded, gently pulling his hat down and eventually taking the entire thing off then holding it around near his own chest. 

"Hello, Hilda." The Dreamer greeted, his voice sounding raspy, but not to a concerning level. His once raised eyebrows brought themselves down to form a neutral expression. His eyes longingly gazing into Hilda's.
Suzanne
*Hilda would stand tall, some dark marks under her eyes with several bite marks on her arms probably from the zorua pups, those are demons disguised as adorable fluff balls.*

*Lampent would float around Hilbert, happy to see him again.*

"So, how have you been? Doing alright?"

*The magician would look down Hilbert her voice seemed a bit tired as she had not been sleeping well recently. Probably either getting to invested in something and focusing on it for days without sleep or the pups. Probably the pups, its always the pups.*
Wilbur
The Dreamer extended his arm out for the lampent, probably for it to sniff his hand or something, slowly turning his attention to it then back to Hilda.

"Good, good" He replied. "Not too busy lately... Decided to take stroll and I ended up here" His attention quickly drifted to Hildas face, the dark shadows under her eyes say everything to him

"You seem tired, Hild's. Let me guess, Zorua puppies again?" Hilbert asked, cocking his head to the side and a single eyebrow raised.
Suzanne
*Lampent would sniff Hilberts hand and then again continue circling him*

"Yea, they have been waking up crying alot these few nights so 8 stay up to make sure they are alright..."

*She would cover her mouth and yawn, she always means well but sometimes forgets to take care of herself. She knows she should probably sleep but she is too concerned for her pups, considering how she found them she will do anything in the world to not be like their previous trainer.*

"A very strange place to stroll..."

*Trying to change the subject*
Wilbur
Hilberts expression changed, his brows furrowed and he looked more concerned

"Hild's, I think the topic of you needing some sleep is still on the table" He muttered, placing one hand to his hip. "I mean, just look at you" He then pointed to her shadowy eyes

"You're eyebags are very prominent and you're yawning" He stated, attempting to pull the conversation back into the topic