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"Going to just stand there?" the voice, questioning and, oddly, smooth. Just a bit a ways away, Uru stood leaning against a tree with a bemused expression. Pushing off the arbor, the demon moved toward the Horseman. He didn't smile often, he had his smug expressions, his prideful smirks, and his mischievous grins, but his smiles, from what he heard were those charming half smiles that showed his canines off well. This time, he was walking with an expression that didn't fit any of those - just amused. The demon was dressed different this time than before; a nice, steel-blue button-up shirt, rolled up at the elbow and a pair of generic, dark jeans. He wore a pair of fingerless gloves that one would imagine someone who lifted often to have, as well as a inky black, tattered sash that hung from his hip - edge frayed and frosted. "We're not gonna go too far," Uru assured, placing a large firm hand on the ancient's shoulder. "Follow me."

The demon maneuvered casually onto the campus to a nearby raised, stone island that a tree was embedded. Most students used it as a bench, but he enjoyed sitting at the base of the tree. It wasn't the most visited of places on campus since it was kind of out of the way. "Never been before, huh."

Uru noticed the Horseman look around, anyone would when they came to a new place. While he would take in the sights to familiarize, he also took into consideration places he could escape to should anything happen. After a year, he's mapped the campus and the town to know his in's-and-out's. So he was understanding of what could be going through the ancient's mind. "Technically, we're still in the Weeping Forest. This is the closest the two meet, and we're far enough from campus that no one will bother us." He supplied as he planted himself down next to the tree, lacing his hand behind his head as he leaned against the thick trunk. His shirt stretched across his chest as he watched with amusement of the sheepish ancient as he moved around.

"I come here when I want to clear my head," he shrugged. "or relax. The dorms are good for that, but fresh air is good."

"Listen, we're not going into the campus if you're not ready for it. As far as I know, and certainly do not care, Horseman may not be allowed on the campus. So, I'd just stay here. No one will see you, no one will get in trouble."

Uru noticed the Horseman in thought. What was he thinking about? He shouldn't care, in most situations, he found himself lacking in that department. This wasn't about caring what Qui was thinking about - honestly, that's his business, he was curious. He was curious what the ancient's mind was going through with this new experience; was it like his when he first came here or did the thought process and compartmentalization differ? Chalk it up to the 'does chocolate taste the same' argument.

Uru laid his head back against the bark, closing his eyes to shut off that one sense. Hands stretched and laced behind him like a pillow, his legs apart and bent at the knee. It was nice and peaceful here. He didn't have to be so guarded. He knew Qui was beside him, moving about. He felt the minute pressure of the tree as he touched it. He heard the grass give way to the comparable behemoth as he sat upon it, the sound of feather over feathers as his wings adjusted. The komorebi danced across the shade with the soft breeze that wafted through - given the eerie shaped leaves that Halloween Town had. Actually, more surprising that they had leaves to begin with. The demon took a deep breath, the shirt stretching more than it had already been tormented to do across his chest before deflating with an exhale. He was not kind, he wouldn't describe himself that way. Qui was simply around when he was. Qui was one of the few he had met after Damien nearly commanded him to be social and make friends. So if anything at all, the boil would smell that there was someone with him and leave him alone about being social. However, he found the company the least bit comforting. He just didn't want to be alone anymore. Not again. Uru nodded as a response.

His lips tightened as a soft puff expelled from his nose. "I'm tolerant." he replied. "If I didn't want you around, I'd make that painfully clear. You remind me of myself." - I don't want you to go through what I did. he thought to himself. "The campus is loud, always busy. Students who aren't in class are up and about. The town is even busier. I don't go out when it's busy." It was why he ran early in the morning and worked out late at night at the gym. There was no one around. He doesn't like to be alone, but his actions are what made him so. However, when he comes home, it didn't really matter because there was that monster there waiting for him. Okay, waiting wasn't the appropriate word since it was his place to begin with so it was more like Uru was visiting him on the daily, multiple times a day, and sleeping in the same bed because the couch wasn't made for sleeping on, it was made for sitting.

"What do you do normally." Not so strange - not a question statement and a change of topic. Mostly to stop his head from thinking.

Uru kept his eyes closed, his head back upon his hands and let everything wash over him. He was relaxing. He knew Qui was beside him doing something - the grass' rustle gave him away - but whatever it was, it wasn't something that would concern him. There was a smell in the air that he wasn't familiar with, one that he probably picked up before; it isn't a small like his own; spicy vanilla with a crispness to it, it wasn't like Qui's that he had encountered before, this one was more of a thought. A taste. He couldn't place his finger on it.

The demon laid there, relaxed and composed, his button up stretched across himself, his clothes clung to his form perfectly just as they were designed to do. He didn't tend to wear baggy, loose clothes unless he was home or he was working out where it was called for. That was probably one thing that his mother managed to instill in him growing up - be presentable when you are out. Sometimes, the cursed her name whenever he did something that she had a hand in teaching him.

"Keeping in shape is a good thing. It's a mindless thing for me. I don't have to think about it; just do it. If I had wanted, I could do it at home and not venture out like I do." He supplied, his shoulders rolled up into a shrug. It was something he did because it was part of his past. In some ways, it was reminding him that his father did it a lot, that his father was large and imposing of a male, but calm and collected even in the face of someone purposely trying to rile him. "Not everyone who wanders are lost, y'know. You just have to find yourself in someone. It's easier to get lost than found, but you can find a lot of things while lost that you didn't know you were looking for." Well, if that wasn't profound... he wasn't sure he knew it himself, the sides of his lips turning down as his eye cracked open to look up into the tree. He was lost for a while; depressed and alone, and he didn't want to be found nor did he want to find himself in others. He didn't want others around him, he knew his face - while handsome, was intimidating at times when he glared and scowled. He didn't expect to find the monster boil as he did, but if he hadn't, he'd probably still be lost.

"We like to keep fit for one. We keep ourselves rather organized for the most part; he cooks, I do laundry. Besides being relatively the same species, we get one another on an instinctual level. Plus, he doesn't try to change me like I expect most would." Uru shrugged as he sat himself up. The more he thought about it, the more he saw how well they got along and how well they just synchronized well together. Was it that they did or was it that they worked around each other that it just seemed to work? Sure there were problems and conflicts, but they were always problems in every sort of relationship - it was inevitable. Sighing through his nose, he turned his gaze to the Horseman. "We just work well together and he hasn't kicked me out yet so I guess I'm doing something right."

"I find it more surprising that I talk as much as I do with you. I don't exactly tolerate many creeple." Uru admitted as he rubbed the nape of his neck. It was another fact, he didn't like talking to people and many people don't talk to him because of... well, he was intimidating - that wasn't entirely his fault that he was perceived that way. Still, it was interesting that he spoke to Qui as much as he did.

"I don't find it easy to get to know others, but you posed a challenge to me that I found... interesting. I guess from there it worked out that we got along." He shrugged. The demon wasn't one to turn down a challenge, accepting them as they came. He learned long ago that if he took longer than to complete a task, doesn't necessarily mean he failed at it. One has to crawl before they can walk, take a hit before throwing one. "Perhaps you just figured a way to get to know me other than the traditional 'Hello'." Definitely helped that he wasn't stupid like some creeple he ran into.

Uru's brows lifted lightly, softening as he looked toward the Ancient's comment. Similar it seems, many qualities that they seemed to share. He didn't know much about the Horsemen, much less about a specific individual within its culture. Qui's tone of voice seemed to deepen when he spoke before growing again as if he was making a statement of jest. Uru turned his gaze back up to the tree himself - his own version of the pill bug distraction. "I think I would be in the same boat. Hated everything and everyone. Didn't care for anything or anyone, for that matter, other than my own mini pets." He commented, further showing their similarities.

"Tradition is strange. I agree with you, never really followed them. At least intentionally - instinctually, I did. My demon," Uru pressed a hand to his chest. "acted as it always had. I followed suit. I was suppose to be mated to some female from another pack that my mother had blackmailed into an alliance of sorts. Luckily, that fell through because I had no intentions of doing that." He wasn't the type of demon that waged for power over others through any means; either physically or otherwise, for greedy purposes. He took great pride in his strength, intelligence, and determination that made him more than just any demon. He strived to be like that of his father. So, in some ways, he was like a war horseman. "I don't know much about the Horseman, but from what I understand, you are heavily devoted to your traditions, are you not?"

Uru looked down at his hands as it rested easily on his thigh. It wasn't clenched into a fist, it wasn't forcibly held outright, it was relaxed and calm. At this moment, so was he. "For a long time, I figured that if I was every given any sort of happiness, or anything good for that matter, something was around the corner waiting to ruin it. So when I came to Amityville, I knew something bad was going to happen. It wouldn't be until a year later would I realize that I was right." the hellhound demon thought aloud as his fist began to curl, knuckles popping softly. It wasn't too long ago did he actually have a dream - a real dream, the first to compare it to the endless nightmares he has had growing up. With a dream, he was able to compare and realize how crazy and maddening nightmares were. "So, with Damien, I am just waiting for that bad thing to come around to ruin that too. But until then, I'm going to try to enjoy it..."

Uru's head perked up with the question of minis. Did Horseman have them? Of course they would, they were an ample food source! He loved minis, raising and eating them. A soft smile expressed itself upon his face; genuine and sincere. "I have a few that I have living with me. They were the first I was given growing up, and they've stuck with me. A Soul Crusher and a unique Scareon. They're back at my friend's place with his... handful of Foxfires." The accented 'handful' definitely inclined that there was much more than a handful.