[h2][center]L'ilisht- Cafeteria and SPOOKY FUCKING GHOSTS OH SHIT [/center][/h2]

L'ilisht hardly paid any mind to the gossiping that was going on in the cafeteria, instead choosing to eat his hilariously large meal in relative solitude and peace. He didn't give half a damn about the petty bullshit they were talking about, something about some house near the campus that was-

[i]HAUNTED[/i]. L'ilisht's blood nearly froze at that. He would never so much as admit it to a person, but the very idea of ghosts terrified him. The thought that there could be a creature out there capable of slaughtering people without any harm of reprisal violated a basic understanding of the nature of life itself: nothing was unkillable. 

Except fucking [i]ghosts[/i]. While he'd never encountered one, several of the Old Gang had come across haunted places before, and they all told similar tales: feelings of unease, even nausea, chills seemingly from nowhere, and inexplicable noises. 

Ghosts were not something L'ilisht was going to fuck with. But that was why he felt immensely relieved when a tall moth-person came over and started saying that that was just a made-up story. The house was somewhere students went to fuck. 

Well, he'd still probably avoid it then. He had the luxury of his own massive room if such a thing were to ever happen at school, and he didn't very much give a damn what his missing roommate would think about it. 

Bastard could take a walk when it happened or something. Not like he wouldn't extend the same 'courtesy'. Really, it was just common decency to let somebody fuck in peace. 

And now they were arguing about whether the place was really haunted or not. Oh, and now they were cuddling and getting cutesy? 

Yeah, screw that. He was gonna go back to eating.