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Sebastian rubbed the bridge of his nose. He really should've abandoned her the first chance he could've gotten. She was chasing around a bug for hell's sake. With a sigh, he couldn't help but admire her a little bit too. She hadn't lost that scareling charm that so many seemed to lose when they grew up.

As she plopped down the seeds like a dog giving a newspaper to its master, he couldn't help but understand why her parents had just dropped her off like this. He slid the seeds to the cashier, counting out the real amount, and slid the rest into his pocket. It would probably be best if he held onto her money for her, lest she spend it all on a scarebucks drink or a ... scumball or something.

Seb left Brit to play with the bugs while he waited for their order. As the woman handed him their drinks, he said a polite, "Thank you miss," and turned around to find Brit. Like the master calling his dog, Sebastian said, "C'mon ma cherie, time to go."

With that, they headed down to the potions should they had originally intended to go to.

((Exit to PRP~))

(( Zee is a quest))

Zee had actually been sitting on a bench for sometime watching as people went about their business, lazily lying about like a layabout.

So, when someone seemed to adress 'her', or at least her gender, the ghoul made a noise. "Oh heeeeey~." The ghoul called back in a sultry tone. "C'mere, cutie~." She coo'd, wagging a clawed finger at the vampire. "Wanna help a ghoul out~?"

She had money, he did not.

They would make beautiful shopping together.

He gave her a slight smirk, showing just a hint of teeth as he let her drag him by the arm. Okay, now things felt a little more comfortable. The croc boil was more used to being hauled around by ghouls, pretending to listen to whatever they had to say, like a good little date should. He'd learned a lot of stuff that way, and he figured he could learn more now.

That or it just seemed a decent way to waste some time. He was always willing to waste time. But the longer he was here the greater the chance of his dad...

Jack, he couldn't get comfortable here. He couldn't build up his hopes. Not now.

"Ahhh! Yes, ah, oops!" The creature frowned, pale brows drawing together as it glanced in the general direction of the knocked over chair. It could have been mistaken for being awfully nearsighted, but the chair was just... hard to find. It focused more easily on another chair nearby, one with a deep, warm-ish print left from it's last occupant, but when it reached down to grab the fallen one it banged it's forehead on the edge of the table and that large paddle-tail swung out again.

At the crash of another chair falling over, it jerked it's head up. "Ouch... Ah. Jackdamnit." It glanced around, trying to focus on the group of teens it was currently disturbing, when it noticed an oddly cold figure silhouetted near a food stand. It stared very directly. It wasn't used to that sort of heat pattern.

It tried to focus back on the creatures nearby, but it's expression was slightly confused. "Ahh... Sorry..."

Not only was TG going to get a free ride, because he honestly hated walking the entire length of the store for no reason other than people gazing, but he was behind held up against a very nice set of mounds to a even perkier ghoul who have a very available friend. Yup. She could hold him all she wanted. She could replace him with her plushies and take him to bed - or so he hoped.

His tail curled as he got comfortable, moving his arms to be around hers to keep him from slipping out of his coat. "I'll read the signs, baby." He looked about, trying not to jab her with his horns, and noticed one of those map kiosks sitting in the middle of the aisle. "That way, gorgeous.." And he glanced to Lattice. "..and sweetness." He grinned wide again.

Ooooooh boy. It almost seemed too easy when Lou had a proverbial bite from the ghoul with the bedroom voice. Slinking over to his vict- err, new relationship prospect, his eyebrows waggled as he shamelessly looked her over. "Baby, I'd help you out with anything. And by anything, I mean something that I'd actually like to do." Well... At least he was being honest.

The little kushi on his shoulder immediately began examining the target for a money bag of some kind lingering in a place that could be easily accessed with his tiny furry body. He was trained and trained well.

All the while his master slid in next to the ghoul and draped an arm over her shoulder. Boy he made himself comfy fast. "So what did you have in mind, sweet cheeks?"

When it seemed alright for False and Sharpie to come along she simply glanced over at them questioningly and when they seemed to follow she seemed content with that fact as she started to walk away with Freya and the charming Imp.

Lattice was just as lost as Freya was and so she tilted her head down at TG as he seemed willing and able to direct them places. He called her sweetness? What did that mean she tilted her head a bit, "Is that a nickname, TG?"

The ghoul was indeed at a loss about all this flirting at least when it was this blunt.

((Kiln is a quest))

It was always a adventure traveling toward the more populated places in Halloween, the giant shopping areas was one of Kiln's more favorite places to visit when he had the chance. Of course getting there as of late was made more difficult ever since Ponea ran away in the middle of the night, leaving the small reaper to travel on foot there. That wasn't to say that he walked all the way, tumbling seemed to make him travel faster, or at least let him move in style.

There was just so many people here, it made the tunic wearing boil spin around in wonder at all the people walking past "Oooohhh." ever the tourist, Kiln still had some shopping to do for christmasival. and his "dear friend" really wanted a cute bracelet.

And so he began to walk around the maul like some kind of scareling that had to peek and inspect every corner and every nook and cranny.

And found the motherlode of POTS.

POTS AS FAR AS THE EYE COULD SEE. OAO looking oh so breakable!
and the mall was filled with the sounds of ceramic containers meeting the floor in a series of crashes, one after the other.