run rabbit run (joining)

yeah that's totes fine with me of course!

Guided by the trail of her rotten stench, a small congregation of black and emerald flies soon arrived in the space over Chrysanthemum's head. Without harassment from their would be host, the diminutive scavengers paraded around her freely. Perching on different parts of her face before whirling up and into the air again, it was evident in their unison drone of 'zzzz' that the funeral creatures had not gathered as her cheerleaders. It was an altogether macabre scene; their premature celebration of death along with her intermitted revivals, but once again the little zombie made her way back around to the realm of the living.

Murmuring something unintelligible while lapping her mouth open and close, Chrys seemed to search for some tangible thing that was just outside of her reach. Shaking with the strenuous effort of keeping her head upright, her nose tottered in the air as she attempted to smell past her own rotting face. It was immensely crucial that she remained well away from the demon Bughuul, and vice versa, lest he make good on his promise to cripple her further.

Dizzied by the thought, Chrysanthemum landed her head a little too roughly, and as the flies ascended so too did a scream of gutteral pain from the youth. Attempting in vain to flick her tongue towards the open sore, she was eventually forced to give in by fatigue and again went into a spell of disheartening quiet on the floor.

All of this time Chrysanthemum had been unaware of the male and his evident concern -too; deaf, blind, and dumb in her own situation. However, as she settled her remaining senses naturally focused, and in due time she made the truly startling realization. Shifting her head in his general direction as uneven breaths rattled her shoulders, she spoke only a single word with eyes clasped shut,[size=large]"Bughuul...?"[/size]