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"Ooooh, I am sorrys, nuances of relationships still hard for me to figures out. Must remember to assumes less, yes?" he laughed, arms raising on either side of him as he went into a genial shrug.

In the back of his mind, Before was thoroughly glad there aren't a lot of Glitter-monsters because if he apparently had to face one? He wasn't sure if he could bring himself to hurt it. Sort of like a certain ghost-girl @ 3@a

"I am addressed as Glitterachi~ accent on the A~" he introduced with a bow, the movement leaving a faint trail of sparkles that faded back into nothing. "I simply visits. Trying to finds inspirations and these... ah mini creatures of yay proportions~" he phantomimed what was the average size of a minipet.

CLOTHES.

Really cute clothes. Utterly adorable clothes. Riyo liked adorable clothes. Or at least, in this state she did.

Trotting up to the booth, the ghoul seemed fascinated by the plethora of pink and the lady in the school ghoul uniform.

Then something struck her. She looked down at her covered legs, brows furrowing before she glanced back to the cat boil who followed her like a lost kitten. "Why don't I have any skirts?" It was an honest question, actually. Riyo had many skirts and dresses as a small child.

"You know what they say about people who assume~" The witch began, one hand held up with a finger pointed toward the sky. "They are almost always wrong and make fools of themselves for being so presumptuous." Riiighhhttt. Anyways, the witch dropped her hand and curtsied to the glitter monster, a warm smile ever present on her face. "It is lovely to meet you. I'm Belladonna Divine and this is Salbei, or Sal for short." Here she gestured to Sal, but had to gesture up a bit so she wasn't awkwardly gesturing at his pelvis. "Inspiration? Inspiration for what? And minipets? Yes! There are lots. I've collected quite a bit over the course of the night."
There was even one for offer here at her own little booth, but the glitter monster would have to go about pinning roses to obtain it.

Noticing the others in her booth, Belladonna waved quite happily toward Alex, even bothering to jump a little so he would see her.
"Welcome to FFF!" The witch also called to Riyo and Deacon, a little further down. Two kitties!? Belladonna wondered if they would mind an awful lot if she pet them. Maybe she could just scootch on over and... No, she had to attend to Sal and Glitterachi first. "Let me know if you two need help finding anything!" She finally settled on, smiling at them too.
Here kitty, kitty, kitty~

"I do?" The cat demon seemed surprised by this, even though the jacket really did cover most of her up.

Riyo rubbed her chin when Deacon mentioned dresses. She certainly hadn't seen any, and she'd been through that closet in her room twice! Little did either of them know that one dress had been borrowed, and the other was packed up somewhere.

To his comment, she practically beamed with a smile. "Really? You think so? Did I look like a princess?" Before she had a chance to ask more questions, a voice addressing the duo made her head turn. What a nice lady she was!

"Hiiiiiiiiiii!" The ghoul dramatically waved to their hostess. Maybe this ghoul could make her look pretty. OwO

Frost was not fashionable. At least he didn't think of himself as such. But the booth wanted him to try so try he would. The game before hadn't been one he'd failed at, and he though he'd done rather well truthfully. Eras flicking as he gave the back of his head a scratch, the white wolfos looked to his options. The tops were rather vivid, bright patterns and a mix of what he assumed to be tasteful rips and tears. The tasteful part was gone as he saw that the one top had missing sleeves. Showing off the guns was not fashionable, it was stupid. A real male didn't need to show off his power in such ways. That was just pathetic. In the end the canine chose a plain red shirt, lines of yellow and black thin to give it that desired pattern. It came with a sweater vest of all things, and frost just took it like it was. No harm right?

The pants were not that hard but it was just a matter of finding something that wasn't going to look like it had too many pockets. Why people thought the more pockets the better he wasn't sure. It was needless. Setting them together he finished the look with a rather fuzzy hat, two flaps on the side. It was kind of silly, but it matched and that mattered right? He thought it did at least.

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That done, the wolfos looked at what else to do. Apparently Belladonna wished to have some questions answered? He would be happy to help her. Tail wagging, he made his way over, giving a light bow at the ghoul. "Miss Belladonna I take it?" He smiled, ears flicked forward. "I believe you have some questions so I will do do my best to answer them. My favorite color is snow white, I enjoy my bracers, though they are one part armor one part clothing. and I have no idea what a petticoat is. Is it some kind of top for females?" He tilted his head a bit.
"Also, ah, can you tell me... are suits really.. consider professional as I have been told? I am never quite sure."

He was really curious about the fabrics and everything that was surrounding the little reaper woman, and so, after a few days of wandering around, Jack was finally checking out the fashion booths. He had to. Bells was a friend.

Leaning in to the booth, he sing-songed lightly. "Bell~adonna, I hear you have a beautiful little booth," He said, looking around - it was definitively something very girly and fluffy and there were a lot of fashionable little things done by the people of Amityville. He could do this.

Rolling up his sleeves, he looked at the fabric he got - a soft off white base. He figured, meh, let's go with something contrasting - and pulled out a few strips of black fabric to bring out the colours - which made the thing pop - sort of like his dress from prom. That glorious thing. After a few moments of scissors flying, fabric being cut as neatly as he could for the time, he looked at the thing, feeling pretty proud of the blouse before him. Wandering sitar player? Hell, he could be a fashionista if he wanted.

He also had a bit of an ego at times.

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Hearing a familiar voice, his ears twitched and head moved from his original set of fashionable clothing, mouth widening in to a friendly smile, tail flicking happily. "Yin! My good friend. Fancy seeing you here." He stated, looking around him, as if it had been out of character for the mantis-man to be in such a . . . fashionable establishment.

Giving the boil a wry smile, he picked up a strip of fabric, looking him over. "Fancy a fashion battle?" he asked. It sounded silly, but, he knew the mantis boil couldn't say no to a healthy battle. Even if it meant fashion.

Good friends...was maybe a stretch. But Yin was not going to deny it. "A...fashion battle? I suppose...how does one battle fashion?" Yin really hoped it involved actual fighting. He really, really hoped.

Then Miss Belladonna Divine appeared, arms everywhere on Jack, making Yin flush ever so slightly just watching them.

Then she ratted him out. :T

"I said I would come to the first meeting," he amended almost sulkily. But really, there was a growing sense of nervousness filling him. What if he had to join an all ghoul club? How would he...it was hard to even imagine it.