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Stepping through the portal, Poke was nearly blinded on sight. Holy woah there was a ton of color. Color was everywhere, humans were everywhere and doing...human stuff. There was a lot of strange new things to be seen here, and the stairs that seemed to float people upwards was truly interesting.

She could see that this was a place were people bought stuff, but she had expecting something different. There were no animals about, the stalls were more high tech, and she didn't realize humans used skelephones as well.

Perhaps it wasn't a good thing to use books that were 200 years old as a reference. Nevertheless, this place seemed to be like Halloweens version of the maul, but with more colors and other weird gadgets.

Making mental notes for later, The dragon ghoul went in search of someone to...hug. And wondered just how humans would deal with this. She soon found a good target. A ghoul was sitting by herself, reading a very thick looking book, a weird looking cup next to her. Very slowly, she approached (best not to startle the human), and tried to think of something to say.

"Thats a...interesting book you got there." Poke said, eyes glancing to the page and frowning at the weird symbols.

The ghoul looked up at her, appearing startled but then smiled nervously. "Oh! Thankyou, it's for my Biochemistry Class"

"Thats...great" Whatever bio-whatsit meant. But now that she had done the talking, she had to hug her, and this was...going to feel weird. Hardening her resolve, she stepped closer to the human ghoul and wrapped her arms awkwardly around her. She stepped back and tried to look like she did this kind of thing every day. "I...love hugs"

".....O....kay....umm.....Peace?" It was clear she hadn't expected the hug either, and now she was staring at Poke, so she quickly walked away.

((The happy human ))

Getting tired of being in the sun, Uller took it upon himself to move to a little place he saw with umbrellas and chairs and tables and everything. He sat down there and sighed, fanning his face, which was actually red as sweat dripped down his chin. He dabbed at it with his insanely bright shirt and groaned. Good thing this wasn't actually his. It was hurting his eyes and he'd have it burned the second he got back if it wasn't part of a disguise.

He could go for a drink right now, of anything.

Just as he thought that, suddenly there was a glass of water placed in front of him. How accomodating! He took the water in hand befor he heard a 'hello'. He let out a shriek as this human ghoul just popped out of nowhere.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you.." This ghoul seemed like she met it. Brows knitting slowly, she leaned down and looked down at the child and sighed. "I am so sorry.."

Clearly, she was expecting some kind of response from him, so he licked his lips and sighed. "I... it's alright..." he said, not even having to fake that stutter just then.

"Good. So, can I help you in any way?" She smiled at him and moved closer, taking out a pen and a pad of paper. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Ugh, her tone was so annoying. Her tone was so condescending. Why did she feel the need to talk down to- oh right. He was just a child. At least right now he was. Frowning at that, Uller pushed a hand through his hair and shrugged. What did he say now? Well, she said she wanted to help so maybe he could ask for a hug. Before then, he sipped at the water heavily and then turned to look at her, trying to remember how to act innocent.

"I could use a hug right now.." He said, looking down. That made human children look sad, right? It worked on ghouls and boils of a young age, even in Halloween.

The human ghoul blinked and let her brows knit. Poor kid, he must be lost or at least alone right now. Maybe his parents were somewhere else. "Yeah, no problem..." She gave him a sweet, sad smile and knelt down. Wrapping her arms around the boy, she pulled him closer and pet his head as she rested her cheek on his crown. "You'll be alright. You can sit here until your parents come for you..."

Her tone struck a cord in his chest and made it really uncomfortable. But at the same time he couldn't help but sort of nestle closer to her. His own mom held him like this very rarely. He'd adored the attention when he was a young boil, but became to proud for it. Sighing, he closed his eyes for a moment and just let her pet his hair. It felt kind of nice.

However, the screech of a smaller child jolted him and he stood up, yanked himself away from her and ran off. His cheeks were hot and flushed. Though, he'd always remember the way that it felt to be hugged like that. It wasn't bad at all.

Mot hurried away from the Loud Human, feeling very bad. He'd done something to anger that poor lady. A hug made it worse. Mot sulked, burying his face in the book again when suddenly he heard cheers. A group of husky men, about 5 of them, came out of a sporting goods store. They wore strange uniformed tops, and had their faces painted up, as if ready for war. They argued about certain animals besting each other, how those who did not support said things were of a lesser value than those who did.

Mot awkwardly approached them, stammering a timid Hello. He was about to inquire what the war was about, when suddenly one shouted, "ROOTING FOR THE HOME TEAM, EH!!? YEAAAAAAH!" The men lifted Mot up into the air, throwing him into the air and catching him again. They walked through the mall cheering their animal guide's name over and over again.

"Ah, uh.. y-yeaaaah!" Mot cheered too, hoping to gain their trust. This earned him more cheers, a huge hug, and then he was dumped off to the side while the men looked for a bar.

@o@

Mot recovered on a bench, shuddering.

Damien didn't think much of it when he picked up a pin after West did.

If that grumpy old hound was going to do it, he was going to have to try as well. The pin snapped into place of his vest and began to work. the sensation only made him feel slightly funny.

The unmistakable feeling of a shift in balance as the former pup wobbled on his feet and in his brand new denim shorts and mute green t-shirt that said "Woof" the dogs are out. "not bad, i guess." he muttered reluctantly, if he had to hug some dorky looking humans like this it was fine, maybe even a tail hu-

all train of thought went out the window, where his tail went as well.

he was tailless and suddenly a hand swiftly handed on top of his head and felt around in fear.
"Ok i take it back, not having my ears and tail is not fun." he said in a whimper.

All the no's for this horrible form. the hound in human clothing, it wasn't as fun anymore.

((Demi is now a 14 y/o boy, with denim and dark green shirt.))

Junko ran and ran until she tripped...and fell on a kid.

Her arms were around the kid.

That counts.

The child screamed and cried, pushing at the young man who had fallen on her. A mother shouted.

Junko ran again.

Wait. He knew that voice. s**t. And he looked like himself more or less. Shun frowned, realizing his folly now that he had just hugged Mot. Or at least someone that sounded a lot like Mot. ********, he hated this assignment. Not wanting to take any risks, he just... didn't say anything and quickly shoved the male away before quickly moving off elsewhere.

That didn't just happen.

Another group of "Sport Types" entered the scene. These ones praised another kind of animal. They also spoke badly of the nice team he had spoken to earlier. Mot didn't realize it, but the men he'd been with had stuck a sticker of their team on his shirt, which this rival team saw.

"HE'S WITH THE ENEMY! GET HIM!"

Mot screamed like a sissy and ran for his life, only to get grabbed into the larger man's grasp. This counted as a hug, yes? Could he go now?

Help me!