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Kaz
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Smiling to himself as he signed his initials, Elliot moved a worn bookmark into place and closed the old notebook. He'd been keeping a daily journal for about the past 4 years... Only since his memory started going bad. He had to update it multiple times a day, just to have something to refer to when he got that nagging feeling of forgetfulness. Still, he wasn't the most graceful writer, so he tried to keep it simple and sweet.
Setting his notebook aside, the undead man-child hopped to his feet from the couch where he'd slept-- against his better judgment-- continuing up the stairs and down the hall, knocking a short tune on each bedroom door he passed. He had to make sure everyone got out of bed and all that. Not for any particular reason, he just didn't want to be the only one awake. Elliot thrived on interaction, after all... There wasn't much that he hated more than feeling lonely. In fact, his need for affection was almost on par with his hunger. Not quite, though.
At that thought, Elliot tromped right back down the hall and down the stairs, making a sharp turn towards the kitchen. At the center of the table, untouched by any of his housemates, was a bowl of apples. The others were disgusted by the mere idea, so he had them all to himself, which was nice. They didn't do much for the hunger, really, but they tasted okay and worked as a good distraction for his stomach, so he liked them. Grabbing one of the redder fruits, the little zombie set to munching away as he waited for the others to join him. Everything aside, it was a good un-life.