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Riley chuckled gently at Christof. Talk back. Where is your writing board? She casually murmured in reply. She wanted Christof to gain a few new friends from this experience. She wanted it very much. Social skills were not his forte.

Riley's dangerous chair lean would take a turn for the worse as her eyes opened to saucers and she flickered her gaze in surprise at Jericho suddenly. She lost her balance, and the chair leaned back and fell - leaving her flat on her back for the second time this day.

That is NOT what I meant! She suddenly cried out, mistaking her private speech for public and emitting that to the group by mistake. She scrambled back up, grabbed her seat, and slammed it down on the floor, before sitting straight-backed in it. She made a face at Jericho, before turning her back to him and giving her full attention to Christof.

Staring back at Riley, Jericho cringed as she exclaimed publicly before grinning nervously. That grin faded and he almost looked kind of upset as he continued to look at her in the meantime, despite having her back to him.

Duty was duty. Eyes locked on Riley, his expression still worried, Christof finally tore his gaze away to nod politely to the timid ghoul offering out the barbell. He took it with what he hoped was a 'friendly' look to put it back in it's box. Still, the Igor kept glancing back to his Mistress, waiting for his own answers meekly. As though to prove he was being responsible and.... social.... he looked back to Willow, his face flushing, and silently tapped the Raffle jar with his mismatched eyes on her, wanting to make sure she joined.

Willow's attention, was brought to the Jar when Christof tapped it. She looked at it curiously, "Okay." She said with a nod, it wouldn't hurt, she placed her name in the jar. Smiling back at Christof, "Thank you again for the game."

She added with a quick curtsy. "I should go find my friends..." She had turned to leave but paused with a thought and turned back to the boil, "Ah... Oh Christof there's a patchwork ghoul around here somewhere named Syb, I think she'd like to meet you, specially since you're another patchwork, if you had time... she should be around here she came with us to the booth..."

She nodded softly again, before backing up slowly, "I'm going to go check on Joachim now, he got almost eaten and caught by a trap... he might want Yaus back to help comfort him." She smiled and with a quick wave of see you later, scurried back to the sidelines of the field where Muka and Joachim where.

*edit*2 damit*
Willow is signing up for the Fitness raffle!
*/edit I think we needed that.../x2 found the form *face palm* I epic fail.*

Cady had never really found lepuses to be particularly intimidating. I mean, they were essentially mobile food. Fluffy, delicious, and harmless. Until today.

That...THING had had probably the longest teeth she'd EVER seen on a lepus. Ever. She stared at it, half spooked and half curious as the patchwork boil carried it away. It was...cool. Although she would be REALLY CAREFUL not to step on it again.

Seeing the booth die down a bit, she started to walk off to continue exploring - and remembered the smelly red hat-thing still clutched in her hand. She backtracked a bit, approaching the booth and dropping it into the box of equipment.

"Thank you for the game," she said, addressing no one in particular. She gave what she felt was a friendly, if toothy, smile to Christof in particular, and added, "And thanks for saving me from that lepus! I've never seen one quite like it before, I!..." She paused mid ramble, which was almost a kind of miracle. She'd almost forgotten to tell him!

She changed topics abruptly. "So, there's a pretty little patchwork ghoul wandering around here. I told her to come tell you hi." Now grinning ear to ear (she was such a nice person, gosh, she was really feeling good now!) she danced away, hands clutched into fists in front of her mouth. She couldn't wait until - Syb, she'd thought she'd heard someone call her - showed up. Until then, she'd leave him alone. To ponder. Yes.

Aww, Christof's little friend was back. Riley hoped he would talk to her more - except she danced away before he even got a chance. Though she had mentioned a patchwork ghoul - in fact, hadn't, like, a bunch of students mentioned it? Where was this ghoul, and why hadn't she shown herself? It was mysterious.

She turned in her seat again, putting her legs back up on the table as if she hadn't learned her lesson the first time. Her hands drifted behind her head, resting there as a lazy thought drifted into Jericho's head.

You know, this is where you try to get me talking to you again. I know there is no handbook on friendships, but even I know that one, Jericho. Her stony facade was only fractionally cracked by the amusement in her eyes.

Riley sighed dramatically, and rolled her eyes. This was the extent of her response for the dragon.

It was enough.

A few moments of serious fuming off to the side somewhere near the front of the booth later Ash turned to look towards where she was hearing voices. It was really the strange... inside-her-head-voice that had broken through the fury. It was abrupt, loud, and flustered.

Turning she saw the dark shadowy smudge that was Cat off to one side in front of a jar. She walked over, her expression still set in something of a scowl and posture a bit rigid, and grabbed her friend. Arms curling around his neck she about throttled him as she pulled him close to her in a comfort-seeking hug, nuzzling her face down into the strangely soft hair.

"That stupid lepus." Her voice was clear and full of sulk, smokey wisps curling around Cat's head as she spoke. Her arms squeezed tighter around her friend's neck, as though she might find some kind of closure over her loss by thoroughly choking something.