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the loud human could still he heard as he strutted away. The disillusion of the task being easy settled in the pup's mind as he scouted for someone else who needed a hug.

There was someone in black, with a mopy expression.
THE PERFECT TARGET. there was no doubt about it, he was going to hug that poor meat-man and do it with style. he stalked behind quietly as the black clad human dragged himself around, looking at everyone else, and a wall that looked easy enough to jump from.

"Right, that'll do it." demi said with a nod as he climbed up on the ledge and began to chase the human down. "HEY, CHEER UP EMO-MAN!" the incognito halloween student yelled like the loud humans would.

and tackle hugged the person to the ground.

Except it was shun, and even as a human, damien could clearly see that he was not pleased. "heheh... ruh roh"

There was a section on Alien Humans that intrigued Mot. My, so these humans had such odd subcultures did they? Mot looked up from his reading and found one in the flesh! She was all alone in the food court, staring at something that looked like a laptop but.. just weird. It didn't even have webs!

"Ah.. um..." Mot approached timidly, almost scaring the poor girl with glasses. "This will seem odd but... may I hug you?" The girl blinked rapidly, then looked at her screen. She had a video playing of the latest oscure anime she loved. So.. this boy must be a fan?

"Eh----r-really? Oh wow.. Oh Tee Ell.. I am so happy I found someone who loves this as much as me!" She stood, awkwardly shuffling toward Mot and wrapping her arms lightly around him. Mmmmm hugging a real boy!

The hug lasted a lot longer than Mot was comfortable with.

"But you're so fun to carry~" Byron whined as he slid Mary back down to the ground. "No wonder you enjoy carrying me so much!" The extra tight grip wasn't really necessary and Belladonna rubbed at her weird man-neck, but didn't mention it to Mary/ Mort. No need to create further fuss.
Speaking of fuss, she wondered if everyone else in their class was faring as well as they. If one could consider their attempts at hugging as "going well". Belladonna was just about to start looking for Yaya (or even TG, just to make sure he was alright, not that she was worried of course), but Mort had wandered off. Whatever weird, overprotective instinct had taken over now reached out a tentative hand toward the girl as she walked away, but the sweet looking older woman that he had made his next target seemed harmless enough.

And the whole exchange went pretty well! Byron placed a hand on his hip and watched Little Mary hug the older woman, but he let out a laugh as he realized Mort had planted his face right in the woman's ample, yet elderly, bosom. When inquired about a hug, Byron only waved a large hand and offered her a friendly smile.
Mary had too unfortunate a face on to drag this out anymore.
So Belladonna took the small girl's hand and hurried Mort away.
"Short lesson number 1. You only reach most people's chest. Chests come in many sizes. As you well know." Byron winked at the girl and was about to give some more Short People Advice, when a shout behind them caught his attention.

"THAT'S HIM!!"
"Oh Seven Hells."
Byron heaved a sighed and shuffled himself so that little Mary was situated safely behind him before he turned around to face the Angry Plump Woman from before who now had in her grasp, her Angry Even Plumper Husband.
A normal human might react differently. But Belladonna was too busy being horrified at his mismatched outfit to do much else.
"You, er! You attacked my wife!" He began, all the while the woman shrilly hustled him about taking further action.
"What... What's wrong with your shirt? It looks like all manner of Tropical themed mini pets threw up on it..." Byron replied in a low, dazed voice.
"His shirt is fine!" The woman told them with a push to her husband's shoulder. But The Angry Husband only looked down and blinked at his shirt before he turned back to Byron.
"I... My shirt has nothing to do with the fact that you--"
"And you do realize that your shoes are at least... Eight seasons too old? No one wears those anymore."
"My-- Shoes?! Now see here!!"
"And aw Hecate, your belt is black. Your shorts are brown and your shoes are grey? Have you no sense of color?"
The Angry Husband's face had gone red all over and his wife's insistence to do something had faded into dull, sharp yipping.

Once again, Byron had had enough. He reached out and pulled the human into a hug, while Belladonna whispered, "Hecate help your poor, unfashionable soul."
Both husband and wife stood dumbstruck for a moment as Belladonna hustled her smaller boilfriend off and into a crowd.
Not only was this getting ridiculous, but so far she really didn't like humans. They were all so mismatched and plump and angry! Ugh!





((And MK too~))

All of the sudden Shun was under attack. Letting out a grunt as he hit the ground, he instinctively threw a punch at whoever it was that was clearly attacking him. Yes there was supposed to be no violence here, but it was a knee jerk defensive reaction.

The voice sounded familiar, but he didn't really care right now.

"Get the ******** off of me," he hissed sharply.

"I LOVE CATS, I LOVE EVERY KIND OF CAT" The large ghoul screamed, either sounding like she was in pain or participating in a weird human style ritual. Whatever she was doing, Poke felt rather creped out.

"I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL OF THEM BUT I CAN'T. CAN'T HUG EVERY CAT." And then she began swaying her hips.

...Well if she liked cats that much.

"Meow!" Poke shouted, and tried to hold the other ghoul around her stomach. Said ghoul then looked at her, and squealed in delight. "YOU ARE JUST SO CUTE!" And hugged her back. Very tightly.

"can't...breathe..." Everything was going dark...

Ah yes, it sounded like it was Damien after all. Letting out a disgruntled huff, Shun pushed himself back to his feet before looking over the hellhound in human's clothing.

"Just don't do it again," he said lowly before turning away.

Someone was in a bad mood.

And then Freya hugged Shun!

That happened.