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Rin's eyes went wide at the sight of the marker, "You didn't...."

Male 5ft Roadkill Stag with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. His clothes are tattered and covered in blood and tire marks. He seems to have trouble keeping his guts from spilling.

Rin suddenly leapt at Melvin and attempted to grab the marker away from him, "You di-JACKER!" Close Rin, watch what you say~

Male 5ft Roadkill Stag with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. His clothes are tattered and covered in blood and tire marks. He seems to have trouble keeping his guts from spilling.

The reaper and her familiar were talking until he walked up and then that visible flinch. Yes, he'd done something very wrong. Ah jeez, he felt as if he'd picked up some bad habit from his brother suddenly and had made the mistake of acting on it. Now he'd really made a mess. He flicked an ear, sort of staring off and a bit surprised when she did turn. And went back to being a cherry promptly after as she looked off.

Honestly, anyone who hadn't seen would have thought they'd actually kissed with how awkward they'd become.

His ears did perk a little from the low slump of shame they were at when she spoke, but it also... was a bit embarrassing too. It was good she wasn't angry, but then as per their new habits. They said something good, then promptly shoved their feet in their mouth's. Which was what happened as she mentioned it was 'kind of nice' as his still slightly bright face tried to catch up to her's in hue again. And once again the one corner where no one was doing anything was his friend. Save for the fact it wasn't the safe corner anymore. Actually, while he'd dozed it seemed the room had gotten a bit more... busy. He toyed with the hem of his sleeve a moment and decided to just drop the topic.

They could... let it be at that. He merely gave a small nod before looking to the entrance, figuring it best they left before someone else got ideas to suggest things. "I... right. Well maybe... it would be good to get some fresh air?" He asked quietly, figuring that both of them could go. You know, unless she wanted to stay with that pillow she'd... clasped over her face while he was looking away. "Maybe just.. a different booth?" One that didn't involve kissing people. That would be good.

...wow he was bad at dropping this.

The tail was one thing Melvin forgot about before Rin grabbed it and pulled him back to the surface. "AHH! Oh G-"

SAY JACK! JACK!

"Jack! That hurts!" He shouted, turning to hold the base of his tail and looking back at her with what was supposed to be a glare but really didn't work when your eyes were sparkling. It didn't help with all the marker on Rin's face, and Melvin lost it again, shoving his face into a pillow to laugh. Angry didn't work when your friend had cat whiskers and dicks drawn on them.

When he caught his breath, he nodded. "Sure, but first..." He handed her a pillow. "Wipe off your face. It's not permanent marker. The guys back home would kill me if I marked up your face." Not that they cared about Rin, but because they cared about the equipment. "Should just wipe off." He didn't have any wipes on his person when he was a golem so he couldn't offer her one.

"You lead the way to the next booth." He said, trying to swim out of the ocean of pillows before freeing himself from the piles.

The next booth Eisheth came across was all about pease and harmony; the alchemist heard it was a new fashion trend in Halloween. Fools, they should have just asked Conquest mares about it...

The music playing around was indeed relaxing, but at the same time annoying, as if the person signing was suffering from some decease forcing them to itch horribly. May be Eisheth just wasn't into that kind of cultural stuff? She was already regretting attending the human culture festivities.

The booth owner, a tiny moth the alchemist had seen before, grabbed her hand and took her inside ignoring horseman's protests. The ghoul was surely obsessed with relaxation, but Eisheth still wasn't sure if that's her cup of tea: she wasn't used to relax this way, sitting in deep and warm armchairs listening to the melody that sounded like Roch's guitar got a mind of its own and decided to torture its owner.

"I don't relax this way", she said coldly. She wasn't sure about the sleep dust, but her scientific nature persuaded her to try. She was always interested in new potions, and other stuff, and that one sounded interesting, She recalled using some roots to cause sleep back in her Famine clan days, but dust?.. she was intrigued.

Rin wiped his face vigorously with the pillow until there was not only no trace of marker left but his skin was now bright pink all over his face as he approached the moth ghoul on their way out... and he was handed two minis. He wasn't sure what these were for but chalked it up to a delayed reward for all the Melvin cooties.

Male 5ft Roadkill Stag with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. His clothes are tattered and covered in blood and tire marks. He seems to have trouble keeping his guts from spilling.

Molan looked equally bashful as the ghoul, ears drooping a bit and gaze shifting back and forth a bit. He didn't really last more than a second looking at her before his eyes shifted again to another area. Thankfully she'd agreed to going elsewhere, so he nodded with a small smile and then started along out of the building, assuming the girl would follow.

They'd just... go wherever they saw first. He wandered out of the tent with that, briefly looking back to check if she was coming before heading out.