Graverobber sat down in the small room and dusted the cemetery's dirt off of his pants. He then met eyes with Shilo, giving her an expecting look as he motioned to the space next to him. She slowly joined him after consideration, wary to leave space between the two.

Graverobber noticed Shilo's bag and the books she had lying next to it. She had sparked his curiosity since the day they first met. "So what brings you down here, kid?"

"Just…reading." She replied, not revealing the fact that she had been talking to her dead mother. It wasn't that she didn't want to admit it to him; he came in contact with the dead on a daily basis. She moreover didn't want to admit it aloud to save herself the lousy feeling.

"Reading, you say?" He reached over and picked up a book entitled The Butterfly Vivarium. "About butterflies?" he extended the (at first) rhetorical question.

Shilo simply nodded, wondering what his interest was in her choice of book.

"Ah…" Graverobber trailed off, flipping through the pages of the book. "Now tell me," he turned to meet her gaze, "butterflies…do you envy them their color? Their beauty? Or perhaps…their wings?" the corners of his lips formed an almost sinister smile.

"Metamorphosis." She answered simply. When the dark haired man only stared, offering no reply, she tried to form an explanation. "The ability to completely alter their image…to go from nothing to something alluring and complex."

"Metamorphosis." He repeated the word, musing slightly on it. An almost inaudible laugh escaped his lips.

"What's so funny?" Shilo's tone turned from dreamy to annoyed.

"You." He stated, allowing another laugh to escape, this one louder than the last.

"Ha ha. I'm hilarious," she rolled her eyes. "Tell me what's so funny," she insisted.

Graverobber collected a few strands of her hair in his fingers, appearing to examine them. "Do you want to become something alluring and complex?"

Shilo's eyes followed his hand. "Well…what I m-" she was interrupted.

"Or better yet…do you think you are currently nothing?" He smiled, allowing the strands of hair to fall through his fingers.

"I suppose I'm no-" she was interrupted mid-reply once again.

"You're interesting, kid." He said, patting her head with his hand. Shilo shied away from his touch, unsure of how to take it.

"I…thank..you?" Shilo's voice rang with confusion. Graverobber only laughed in reply. After a few seconds of silence, he lied down on this back, hands behind his head. Shilo noticed his intense gaze and followed his eyes to the ceiling, wondering what it was he was staring at.

Graverobber began speaking before she could ask anything, "If you could fly away right now…would you ever come back?" Shilo was confused by his question and wondered whether to give an honest answer or just something that would appease him. She went with the first option, though simplified.

"Probably…yes." She paused, thoughtfully. "This home…it's the only place I've ever really known. I'm not sure how long I could last away from it."

"Fair enough." He replied, her answer seeming to satisfy him.

"What about you?" she returned his question, only seeing it fair that he gave it some thought.

"Me? Well if I could fly, the least of my worries would be to come back here." His lips curled into a smile.

"Fair enough." Shilo returned his smile. Graverobber laughed and continued staring at the ceiling. They continued chatting, mostly small talk and Graverobber's random inquiries. When the bell's sound rang from the clock tower, Shilo's mind snapped back to reality.

"I have to leave," her voice was teeming with worry. She stood up quickly, dusting off the skirt of her dress, and was caught by the hand when she turned away.

"Until next time." Graverobber flashed her his devilishly attractive smile as he kissed her hand. Shilo, blushing slightly and shocked by his action, quickly shoved her books back into her bag and retrieved her gas mask. Upon doing so, she hurried back through the door and was out of side.

Graverobber laughed as he watched her flee so quickly. His eye caught Shilo's book he had been flipping through. After studying the cover once again, he shoved the book safely into his jacket, collected himself, and returned to the streets.

AN: I promise this story is getting somewhere. This is another shorter chapter, as it is setting up where I'd like to go. I want to focus on the development of their relationship, so sorry if it comes across as boring. ;^;