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He didn't elaborate on the the subject concerning the fates any longer. Amphi was curious but...since she didn't want to upset him any more, she shrugged before popping an eyeball in her mouth too.

"Thanaaaa....." She gave him the biggest blue doe eyes, "Walk with me so I can get closer to it..." She smiled as he put the plate on Biskoto's head, she held it so perfectly. "Ah Biskoto, your so cute!" More fangirling from Amphi as she looked up at the paper he held. Her head looking over it to see the numbers.

Her eye's widening, she squeaked with happiness and wrapped her arms around him. "All of the plushies are mine." She pulled back, tugged on his sleeve again before pulling him gently to the booth. "Do you want anything? Do you want a toy...." She eye'd the Foxfire plush too before pulling it down and holding it out to him, "This will go with your collection yes?"

:'D

And while he held that one, she had gathered 3 of the little vampire plushes for herself.....and debated if he would mind if she took the rest of his toy points too....

All of the plushes.

There, Danny was confirming exactly what Alex had said. She was fine. But did that mean Yin would stop doting on her? Hardly. He almost rolled his eyes but then Mort was there and he had somebody else to pay attention too on top of everyone else. "Hey buddy!" He grinned, giving the other zomboil a pat on the back, then laughed as he saw what he was wearing. Not because it was funny, but because it was awesome. He was going to have to get Mort to show him where he found these things.

He watched as King handed Danny half a pumpkin pill, thinking that was a little overkill for such a tiny blemish that looked as though it was now completely gone. Seriously, King and Yin should be the best friends here. What was Alex even doing? It was eerie how alike the two of them acted.

He waved to Ulmuka as he took off from the group, mumbling out a quick "See ya!" Before something Mort said made him shift his attention to the other boil.

"Hunters? When??" He hissed, suddenly actually concerned about somebody in the group. This must have been recently, for Mort to still be sporting such fresh injuries, but the other boil said he would explain later, and while Alex didn't like it, he mentally shrugged it off, deciding to answer Mort's question instead.

"Danny got punched in the face by some ghoul I've never met before, but despite what everyone else seems to think." He gave Yin a look that said , I think you know who I mean "She's fine and can look after herself. And then Ulmuka." He gestured towards the retreating boil. "Was also hit by something after giving..some ghoul a hug. Amarita? I think that was her name..." he couldn't really remember.

Ulmuka was leaving and Yin could not help but call out a somewhat upset "be careful!" as he parted.

And then there were five.

He eyed Mort carefully, if there were hunters around he would make sure that everyone was safe. Everyone was protected. Had he not heard something in passing about protection charms? Perhaps he should acquire some to give to his friends. He would have to ask Alexander about them later.

Well, King was here to help protect the others so he excused himself and made his way to the table quickly, filling two glasses with sparkling blood and coming back to pass one on to Alexander to try before returning next to Miss Danny. "Has anyone acquired any prizes? I have won a few but so far I have not collected any."

Mort winced as Alex gave him a pat on the back, but tried a smile nonetheless; it seemed his body was still recovering from the pummeling it had taken. He simply returned the zomboil's greeting with a pat on the shoulder, mumbling, "Will 'splain later."

The boil with the pumpkin pill was very formal in manner, but Mort chimed in with his usual manner of greeting in reply: "N-Name is Mortimer, Mort is short. Welcoming n' Amityville. Have ask, where find pill? Or d-did make it?" If it was the latter, it would be a handy recipe to have!

And then Mort had to frown when Alex and Danny brought up the fight. "No, not Amrita, saw j-just now with Christof . . . Ama . . ." He remembered vaguely one student he'd met a long time ago who'd had a name that sounded like that. "Amarus?" he asked.

Prizes sounded pretty good right now, but he needed to understand this first. One thing at a time and all.

Riley had been dragging Malodore across the entire room, finally stopping once they got to the refreshment stand. There, she let it's poor hand go, and started looking for drinks that were clear, instead of the sugary, colorful ones that were prominently displayed.

Riley was trying to stay away from the sugar - this in and of itself was a red flag.

Did we not set up a water stand? Her voice took on a slightly higher, annoyed pitch when she realized it, and finally settled with pouring herself a glass of punch.

Do you want one, mia cara?

Riley brought another cup out and poured punch in for Malodore, turning to hold it out just as it held out a small piece of food for her. She looked down at the morsel held tenderly in it's claws, and was reminded of the night it had set out to create especially for her, to be romantic. It made her eyes crescent with happiness, but her skin could blush no further black - it was as dark as it was going to get.

Thank you. I haven't eaten all day. She slid a tentacle up around Malodore's wrist, before it finally settled within it's claws and scooped up the morsel. Her tentacle remained where it was, however, and tugged the plague doctor closer. Stealing one of the bits of food it had chosen, she held it up to Malodore's beak.

I believe it is my turn, now.

They made a sickeningly sweet image, feeding one another at the refreshment stand.

Riley giggled - yikes - and she tapped it's beak with one finger, as if to request it open. Then just let me put it on your tongue, she offered, as she waited for the beak to respond to her request before her tentacle slid inside. She wasn't being very mature about the whole situation, as she placed the bit of food on Malodore's tongue and let her tentacle remain there for far longer than it needed to be, which meant it couldn't close it's beak.

If she could look any more mischievous, it would be hazardous to it's health.