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Some of this probably wasn't cuddle party conversation, but it wasn't like Olivia knew any better. She was getting to know new creeple better and that's all she was concerned with. And there had been some cuddling along the way.

"All of it?" Olivia guessed after a few moments trying to recall what she seen. Her hands were in front of her without her realizing, as if showing the vague size of the confection in question. "And the plate too," the others had seen that right? The wight glanced at the others for a moment and then back at Junko, "I'm sure there are other snacks as well?" They'd have her share either way.

One of Olivia's own hands fell as the other brushed lightly at one of the non-obscured curls near her face. She wasn't sure exactly how soft her hair really was in comparison but hearing about she listened intently enough at Junko's description of her own race. The species word she would probably never be able to repeat, but it sounded very lovely, "oh, neat." She chirped, because she very much found it was. Two mouths would be very interesting, especially to someone with no other appendages to speak out.

"I'm an undead," Olivia went on to explain with a smile, "a wight," to go on a little further. Perhaps she could even go a little more like Junko had, but she didn't know with what, "we're cold." Would that do?

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Freya was a little too happy being a chair for Junko. As long as she was still drowning in cuddles, holding Olivia and Yaya captive as well as trying with all her might to snag Ren before he got away (she might have cursed at her failure) she was happy. She didn't need to say another word.

Besides, Junko had a nice, soft rear end to snuggle up to. Ghouls were always so soft.

Ok. Sadly, hiding along the wall wasn't getting anywhere. Seriously. He hadn't managed to spot Olivia(perhaps because she was buried in ghouls) and well... no one else was rainbow? Though that could also be because it was kind of crowded. Tsk, he didn't want to be here. There were too many people, there seemed to be... well more cuddling than he liked. (What do you expect at a cuddle party?) The general closeness of things was a problem. Really, best to get out as soon as possible before anyone realized he was there. Yep. Good plan.

So after slinking away from the wall enough and past a group he merely took to scanning again. No luck, there seemed to be some sort of talk of 'lesbians' in that direction. Nope, not going to ask. Next area after ducking around one more person and voila, there was the darling little ghoul. ...surrounded by several other ghouls. And what was she wearing and..?

...yes indeed. Ghouls were a strange breed of creature indeed. Still, target acquired, not to just explain that leaving was for her own good, that rainbow inkjars had been thrown, and that this was all just a veeeeery bad idea. Still, he'd need to figure this out. So a few steps closer and he managed to catch some sort of conversation, but nothing clear enough to really hear. She seemed interested in Olivia's hair though? That seemed harmless is not for the fact... it seemed... no. Not looking at what the other girl was doing. Freya was questionable enough on her own, but well... the other ghouls seemed harmless? At a glance.

Wait did he just hear something about owing a plate too? Wow. They'd broken things as well? Well maybe she wasn't so harmless. Still, she was calling Olivia over as he slowly wandered up, voice more of a squeak as it came out. Sadly, he was just not comfortable with parties of this nature. Unlike the rest of them. "Olivia, it's kind of... this isn't a proper place." Not the best way to explain why he didn't think it was safe to remain. Nope.

"And the plate," Olivia nodded, confirming Junko's unhappy realization. Well, she probably wouldn't like it much either is she had to replace an item, losing one in the first place was never ideal. The ghoul didn't have a reply at first to Junko's other inquiry as her eyes followed the hand reaching for her curls. They bounced like usual, as well as she could guess perhaps but they never seemed to be much out of place.

Another reason for the moment of silence, well Olivia wasn't sure how else to explain what she was. She at least scooted herself closer to Junko, hoping Freya wouldn't mind leaving her side but tried not to go too far. The blonde was pretty amusing, even though she talked a little funny and was very... strong? That seemed like a good wording. Olivia didn't mind that the ghoul had pulled her along, in fact she was rather happy to be included in the pile of ghouls even in the awkward positions.

"We're..." She began, finally addressing Junko's question before pausing, "I've been told .. we're kind of like zombies ... just more cold," she mentioned cold before that was fine, "and pale?" Other zombies were pale though too. This was a hard question, she really wasn't sure what to tell her.

Oh wait, bells. That voice! Olivia looked up the moment Molan had addressed her, pleased he had kept his word and arrived. He didn't seem non too happy though, like he wasn't enjoying himself like she was. "Proper place?" What did that mean?

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Olivia came to her and Junko made a happy little noise, sitting up straight and pulling the ghoul to her. She situated Olivia in front of her with the ghoul's back to her, digging around in her sleeves and her obi until she found what she was looking for; combs and brushes, hair sticks, ribbons. All the things she needed for proper hair playing. "Colder than the average zombie? That's interesting! Have you ever met Sammy? She's a zombie as well, a very nice one." In fact she'd seen many zombies around here! Mort as well, he would be good for Olivia to meet.

Junko began to gently comb Olivia's hair, humming happily under her breath. She loved playing with hair, seeing what she could do with hair that wasn't as alive as hers. A shame it was so short. Could zombies grow their hair longer? Junko couldn't remember.

"I wonder what makes one type of zombie different from another." A wight versus a 'traditional' zombie? What was the difference?

Someone new approached and called Olivia's name and Junko looked up, still combing the little ghoul's hair. Eh? "Hello! I'm Junko, it's nice to meet you. There is nothing improper happening here, I assure you." Junko's words were friendly if not a bit defensive. Not a proper place? Nonsense. Live a little. Have fun. Relax. See? Even Ren was rolling to them like a blob. The ghoul giggled and waved with a tendril of hair. "Of course not! Hello, Ren. Getting into the spirit of the party, I see?" She was referring to how he had gotten to them.

It felt a little more awkward, but tunneling through pillows and fluff was not the smartest of ideas that Damien had. The muffled sounds of chatter above was disorientating and it felt like the mess of thread counts and featherdowns went on for meters. It was time to take a breath of fresh air, crawling and pushing the relaxing cushions out of the way and dove for the open air above that was made by his doggy instincts.



and found himself staring up at the winged boil he was escaping from and a remi there to boot. "Sorry, Sir Fuzzle McButt sir, i must be in the wrong area." he declared and ran for cover behind remi's fluffy blue tails. "we meet again, hello Mr. Mss Fuzzle McButt."

"MY NAME IS NOT FUZZY MC FUZZLEBUTT," Ren hollered, flinging a pillow across the room at Demi. Molan was given a Look.

"Professor Malcom started it."

He turned back to the ghouls. "Yes, yes, I'm quite enjoying myself," he said to Junko brightly, before a pair of thin arms were around his neck and he was abruptly dragged off balance.

"Freya, my lovely friend, how are you? You're quite cheerful this evening."

Ren scooted down, burrowing into the pillows, and wrapped his arms around Freya's waist, happily snuggling in beside her. "Cuddles, yes, I approve of these, cuddles are great."