Momo danced in place, hopping back and forth from one foot to the other. "We have another 'M' in the house! Hurray!" he cheered, before taking the empty seat next to Charma.

...Did that mean Momo was Charma's master? If so, no wonder he was so happy all the time...

"Yeah, sit here." Hirsch patted the chair, smiling. "Our other house-mate should be out momentarily with food..."

Molly couldn't believe that the little child looking demon was one of the masters in the house. She slowly took her seat, giving Charma another friendly smile. Then her eyes drifted down to Erudito at the other end of the table. Her smile faded, she still felt sorry for him. Hopefully she would be able to help him out some.

She sat there, her hands folded neatly on her lap, she was unsure of what to do. Was speaking aloud? Or should she stay quiet? She decided on the latter. She gave Hirsch a small smile, she was still grateful it was him that had found her.

"Where's Barbiiiieee?" Momo complained, his face resting in his left hand. His elbow was propped up on the table. "I know Cici's going to be out for the night, but I'm still hungry..."

"Stop expecting instant gratification. And stop calling me Barbie."

There was a small white door on the other side of the room which led into the kitchen. Standing in the doorway was a lean, bitter-looking man with one of the most sour, dark, intimidating pairs of eyes possibly ever spawned. His eyes seemed to pierce through whatever and whomever they looked at.

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Molly about froze when she saw the man. He was almost as intimidating as Cici. And his eyes...His eyes were so strange. She looked down, admittedly a bit scared of him. Her hands started trembling in her lap and she desperately wanted something to hold on to for comfort. She felt so out of place, so unsure of her self and terrified of messing something up.

"Cinnabar. You're scaring my new slave," Hirsch informed him, rather flatly. Defensively...he was protecting her, it seemed. "Why don't you be a gentleman and come introduce yourself?"

Cinnabar relaxed, his features softening a bit. He had a dull, robotic look to him. He strolled over, leaving the food in the kitchen for a moment, and held his hand out to her.

"My apologies," he apologized, in chivalrous fashion. "My name is Cinnabar. I'm a resident here."

Molly was glad Hirsch was there to defend her, but she felt even more embarrassed that she had been pointed out. When he came over, Molly timidly looked up at him and took his hand. "I-I'm Molly, I-It's nice to meet you." She said, her voice still quiet. When she took her hand back, she hoped that this Cinnabar guy didn't notice her shaking hands.

Molly let out a breath she seemed to have been holding. Then she looked up at Hirsch. "So is he always intimidating or am i just a bit of a chicken?" She asked shyly as she looked up to her owner. She didn't want to seem scared, but until she got used to the place, she felt like fear would be a common feeling.

Molly was thankful for his arm around her, her fear overriding her shyness. No wonder he scared her, he scared Cici, now that was something. She though for a moment, if being a half demon made someone that much more scarier. With Hirsch's arm around her, her trembling lessened, but still didn't die away completely. This place was not going to be easy to get used to.

Molly's mouth watered at all the food being brought out. She was hungry and she put a hand on her stomach to hide its grumblings. But she sat still, not knowing if she should take the food or not. She didn't know what she should or shouldn't eat or if she had to wait. So Molly just sat and waited to see what everyone else would do.

Hirsch immediately reached out to take some food for himself, as did everyone at the table but Erudito. Hirsch had to tell him it was all right before he would even think about it, and once he did, he eagerly dug into the food. When he noticed that Molly wasn't taking anything, he frowned. "...Hey. Maybe you should take some food before it's all gone!" he suggested, cheerily.

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Molly looked up at him and gave him a small smile. Then she slowly reached out and took a few things, not nearly as much as the others though. She was never a big eater, there was never a lot of food in her house, so she had learned to go with out. She sat there and quietly ate a small piece of meat as well as some bread but that was about it.

Molly just sat there taking it all in, It was interesting hearing Charma talk so much, but then again, his master was doing the same, so it only seemed right. She just stayed quiet though, still not sure of what to say to anyone here. Maybe once she got to know them and this place she would be more talkative, but not right now.

"...Anyway, I've been trying to convince Watts for a long, long time that he needs someone to help him run the shop, and maybe help him out with his 'pets,'" Momo continued, cheerily. He had been going on and on about a friend of his named Wyatt, whom he referred to as 'Watts,' who really needed assistance at his 'Shop of Oddities.'

"I'm really worried about how he keeps overworking himself," Momo admitted, after swallowing a mouthful of meat. "He hates slaves, so...I don't know what he's going to do. I don't think he'd work well with other demons. Other demons, also, aren't that fond of the practice of creating zombies..."

Erudito, who was terrified of zombies, stiffened up and glowered at Momo--he disliked hearing him talk about Wyatt's 'side-business' of creating zombies.

Molly shivered at the thought of an undead zombie. The though almost made her physically ill. Until now she had no idea that any of those types of things were real. She glance down a thte other end of the table and saw that she wasn't the only one who found the thought repulsing. She looked down, not really wanting to show her dislike of the subject. She didn't want Hirsch to think she was useless.

"Uh, I-I don't think i'm quite ready for that yet." She said quietly. "Maybe later." She didn't want to sound completely incapable, hopefully Hirsch would understand that she was still trying to get used to the ideas of all these things.

Molly was thankful for the exiting opportunity. She nodded to Charma but then looked over at Hirsch. "M-may I?" She asked softly as s piece of hair fell into her eyes.

Charma seemed nice and talking about something else would make her feel better. Besides, if she didn't get a tour she knew she would get hopelessly lost in this place.

"Go ahead," Hirsch consented, nodding slowly. He seemed elated that she and Charma, at least, were going to get along. Erudito was much more reclusive, though he was polite to mostly everyone.

Charma offered her his hand, as he walked out of the mess hall. "We can go to my two favorite rooms, first. I'll point things out along the way!"

Molly smiled and got to her feet. Her cheeks flushed as she shyly took Charma's hand. She was going to have to learn to get used to all the male contact. "Y-you're favorite rooms? Which ones would they be?" She asked softly as he led her from the mess hall. "Oh and Thank you for doing this." She said her cheeks color deepening.