#sleepys

"...So, you're a zombie?" Royce held her clipboard. Dregde looked around a bit. "I- th-"

"Wh- I- I guess? I don't fucking know, I just woke up and a fucking talking black cat was there?!" (Ani). Royce cleared her throat and lowered her clipboard, furrowing her brow.

"Are you oka-"

"No...I just woke up like this, REALLY-" Dredge scrambled a bit, falling over and scooting into a corner. Royce sighed. "...Well at least you remembered how you died."

Dredge scrambled back and looked at his new clawflas, making a shrill sound. Royce knelt next to him and gripped his hand.

"Shut up. I woke up, and I was attacked because...b-because I look like this. I got mad and-"

"Stop there, it's fine." Royce stroked his head a bit.

"I get it, everyone here went through what you are." Royce kneeled in front of him. "It gets better, especially now that you're here, specifically." She cleared her throat a bit and patted his back, guiding him to the rest of the home, sitting him down on a couch. He curled into himself.

Royce pulled up a floating screen for a moment, and closed it. She wrote something down.

"You're not magic, you can't learn any magic."

Dredge kinda shrugged. "..I don't want to?"

She muttered a bit; Eventually making an inquisitive noise.

"You have some odd things going on. For one, you're..."

Royce flipped some notes on her board. "Venomous."

Dredge blinked. "I....I'm venomous."

Royce mumbled a confirmation of that before going back to her clipboard. She coughed a bit and leaned back, sighing.

"Okay, I can't keep doing this right now,"

"..I don't feel safe and I feel weird can you at least sleep on whatever with me or something." Dredge squirmed.

"...Uh..wow alright, sure."

Royce flopped onto a couch and patted the space behind her, Dredge immediately curling up beside her. ...Why does he help her fall asleep.