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Well, yew can always find room fer food, boil, but- No further clarification was given; he knew what she meant. Sometimes even if he wasn't grumbling, at least not in his wrathful manner, the demon would have a spookie she made or dish that she'd prepared when he came over. The gesture was understood and the tatzel always felt more at home when he did it. It was a comfort to eat with family at the school; one day West would eat with her whole family- well, some of them.

Oh yeah? Tilting her head to stare down the path West was, Levi saw the very same booth. It wasn't hard to read West's intentions when it came to physical activities or acts of aggression. Both brows raised and the tatzel took on a coy smile. Oh? Down that way, ya'say? Don't know, West. Looks like somebody might be throwin' few things at other things down thar. Ya'll hate that sorta thing don'tcha? We should find somethin' else, I reckon. Yep. Sure as Sheepish. Taking one step in the opposite direction, Levi's tail straightened out a bit more, but still held loosely onto the wrath demon's spade-ended appendage. 'nless ya'don't mind me throwin' some. I mean, ya'll can sit back n' watch me win, I guess. I know ya'like that lots. Challenge me. Come on.

There was no way the boil was going to let that slide without a comeback of some sort followed by his insisting that they compete through this flying darts game, right? Just as well as she could read him, West would undoubtedly be able to read her; Levi counted on it. It was as much a pleasure to be challenged by the boil as it was to win and, in a way, it was already sort of like winning. Holding her position, head tilted and shoulder lifted in a playful manner to meet it, Levi just stared, smile small while she tried to keep her ploy going. M'sure tha'wrestlin' can wait. Always got tha'time ta'show yew'a few more'a ma'moves. This time she'd missed it; wrestling: it was strictly a fighting thing.

Still covered in glitter from making a card, Molan found himself wandering idly among the booths. To a degree he thought he might be looking for his brother, but if he'd really wanted the frost demon's attention he would have texted him? Thus, it was more a secondary thought. He'd drag him along to help reclaim the lost bell later. He still still a bit put off by the fact a tree had literally put him in his place anyway. But he also needed to tell the teacher he'd successfully delivered the note.

Poor Selene.

He'd have to make a note not to drop any more... well notes on her. Just to be polite. And not cause her anymore stress. Still, he thought that perhaps she was misunderstanding that teachers... odd form of affections. He seemed to genuinely want her in a positive way? ...even if he was a bit disturbing at times perhaps.

And then there was that wonderful, loud, hissing noise again. Dragging Molan back to reality as he once again... wait why did he keep ending up here? This teacher had obviously placed this booth smack dab in the middle of everywhere. He grimaced a bit at the noise, thinking he'd just leave. He didn't really want anymore 'compatibility' ratings or anything of the sort. It would be good to escape before anything else unfortunate happened. Well and he got a headache from the sound again. Couldn't machines be quieter?

Pink, red, black and sparkles. It seemed Molan wasn't the only one who'd been hit by glitter, he'd overhead something about 'glitter bombs' from someone as well.Not at this booth though, seeing as the machine was still chugging away and telling everyone their compatibility with one another. Incorrectly as always, he might add.

He didn't have much time to think or worry about it though. His ears still a bit flat from the noise he'd meant to turn and leave when he felt arms drape over his shoulders and someone resting against his back. His ears perked, not from joy, but pure surprise as he sort of jumped at the gesture. Unfortunately for him his reaction was to move backwards, which was where the figure was, so... not much success was to be had as he found himself against the other fellow who happily started speaking right up against his ear. Though at least that did identify the person, it only made things worse. "Kashiyoru?" It wasn't a pleased tone, just questioning. Because if it was the ghost, which, a glance at the visible draped hands said it all, this meant... another awkward moment added to his day.

Because the last time they'd met... the boil had spent more time trying to hit on him than anything else. And now he was stuck in a bit of an awkward hug and...

"What are you doing here?' Honestly, he was trying not to think about what the spectre had on his mind, it was probably a bad question, but he wasn't sure what else to ask. Aside from 'please release me.' But that hadn't fully occurred to him as he was a bit flustered, and it showed on his face. He hadn't forgotten what happened the last time they'd met. Nope.

Just where WAS this boil?
Somehow, she found herself back-tracking to the compatibility booth, and wondered why she even wandered here first. Though, then again, she did run into Olivia last time, so maybe she would-

She froze as she saw a familiar flame demon.
No. NO.
Nonononononono-
She quickly turned on her heels and headed straight for the exit.

It was too late. The flame demon had spotter her. "Hey! butterfly girl." he bound, literally bound up to cut off her exist. Sugar surged through his veins. he was ready to go. "Come here. Come win stuff with me." he would play it that way. No need to tell her it was a test.

His tail swished back and forth making it very unsafe to attempt to pass him.

The beebs tried to follow but sat mouths wide open instead.

"Suuuuure. As soon as you play that game with me." he grinned. Where had all her extra butterflies come from. He tried to wave one away. "I might even tell you something good if you do."

Lan was pretty sure that this holiday was something humans made so they would have an excuse to gorge themselves on candies and be promiscuous and have babies. Disgusting human babies that hardly could even produce fear until they got a few years older. This far, she had seen far too many hearts that were not even beating or bloody. The only good heart was one ripped from the chest of your enemy really.

Staring at the variosu students doing what she could only assume was flirting, the voice of one horseman made her flinch. Of course. Of course. "Tested for what?" Gold eyes looked to the device he was next to. "........."

"You're kiddi- wait no you don't tend to joke do you." She stared at the machine a short while before she glared at it, like it had somehow offended her. As the number came up she shrugged.

"It looks like we have problems." She looked up at Soren.
"And according to the chart fighting is ill advised."

She started laughing under her breath.

Soren glanced over at the chart. Considering that most of their encounters had to do with fighting..."Not fighting would be boring." Seriously. He glanced around at the mass of people around them, boring students and professors, all doing their normal things. "A fight could liven this up."

Actually, he rather looked like he was considering a fight at that point, just to gauge the reactions.