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“Ugh, I look just awful today!” Cleo complained, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She wasn’t usually one for breakdowns in the bathroom, that was more Draculara’s shtick, but desperate times.
Ghoulia groaned sympathetically, patting her friend’s shoulder.
“I need to look good today! I’m finally meeting Deuce’s mom. I cannot afford to look bad! It would bring shame to the de Nile name, and I do not need to give Nefera another reason to torment me.” Cleo took to poking at her face again, trying to figure out how to fix this mess.
Ghoulia just watched on. Cleo looked fine. In fact, she looked better than normal, as she had attempted, but nerves must have been getting to her. Past that, though, Ghoulia was happy to be included in Cleo’s breakdown, as strange as that sounds. The girl obviously didn’t want anyone seeing her, so Ghoulia being allowed to see her like this meant she was important. She felt a smile creeping up on her face, her skin still moving a bit sluggishly as it does for all zombies. And, that gave her an idea.
Ghoulia stepped up to Cleo, slightly waving her hand to catch the other’s attention.
“What is it Ghoulia?”
Ghoulia brought her fingers to the edges of Cleo’s mouth, and gently pushed her into a smile. Ghoulia then pointed back at her own smile, a pleased groan leaving her mouth.
“…are you saying I just need to smile, and it’s all fixed?” Cleo asked, wanting to make sure she understood the other girl.
Ghoulia nodded, happy her point got across.
Cleo’s smile became more genuine, and she looked at Ghoulia softly. “Ghoulia Yelps, you are certainly the smartest ghoul at school.”
Ghoulia groaned quizzically, and Cleo held back a small laugh.
“No, you are actually smarter than me. I’ll admit it today. Don’t get used to it though.”
And with that, Cleo had her usual spark back, and Ghoulia was satisfied.