<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Intro to Arcane Theory, the next day.<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx<br/><hr/><br/>Tara leaned forward to whisper in Nyx's ear- the pink puffball was in front of her today. "We should tell football brodude that nomming on a bull cock under the full moon will make him a god in bed. Think he'd buy it?" It was adorable, watching the shifter's face flutter in her amusement and embarrassment. Maybe it wasn't all that nice, the walker thought on reflection, knowing how shy her friend was, but personally she thought all the little changes were cute and fun. Like watching a movie with a couple of hot lead actors and never knowing what was going to happen next.<br/><br/>Leaning back, she let Merryweather's instruction wash over her. Not that she wasn't interested (in Miz M's words and her looks both), but it didn't have much, so far, to do with her. Nothing about why she was dead-but-not, and why she had<em>most</em>of the earmarks of a zombie, but not all of them. Especially not the most nasty ones; there were a number of her fellow students she'd love to eat, but not<em>eat</em>-eat.  The opposed thoughts made her perk (and how did<strong>that</strong>work?  With no blood flow to speak of, and all?), and made her stomach rumble audibly.  She could totes murder a meat lover's pizza, but as for brains? She preferred them in her classmates' heads. Those who had any, anyway.