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Lattice giggled a bit at Sharpie's words. They were very amusing. Soon she and her friends found themselves at the pet store they needed to get to because time is of the essence or ... something like that.

She was told to go look for a foxfire but honestly she didn't know what she was going to be 'looking' at exactly other than the very odd and obscure shapes the foxfire ha--

..Hm.

Lattice moved to where she heard the little ones yapping and playing along and stared at their shadowy forms, "That one seems fluffiest," she pointed at a random one, "is that what you want?"

Whatever this creature was, it was feisty! If he were in his original form, he may have just gobbled up the little boil and save himself all this aggravation. At the word of 'Rapunzel', Haze merely stared for a few minutes. "What's a Rapunzel? Is that some sort of insult? I'll sit on you! Don't think I won't! I'm sure you'll make an excellent cushion! Which would be welcome, after having walked around the maul all day." The dragon grinned, but was relieved to have the small boil snatched from his hands by the reaper, Fell when he reached for his horns.

And the fit he threw! Jackdamn! This boil--Haze thought he would explode if he screeched anymore! And what manner of gibberish was he speaking? "Blevheh beh to you too." Speaking his own gibberish too the boil, he folded his arms.

His eye's widened at the reaper's words. "What??" Maybe he would what?? "UH UH! No way! I'm not letting him touch anything of mine! He's weeeeird." Whining, he pointed at the small boil like a small child would. "Can't he touch your friend there instead?" He looked to Kingsbane. "He has horns!"

When Elden repeated the word trouble, Haze locked his gaze with his. "Yeah, trouble is what you are."

The ghoul was close, closer, closest. Fingers in his mouth. Neils eyes were completely open unsure what to do in the situation where you had a ghoul with her fingers in your mouth. She was smiling.

Wait. Smiling?

It clicked, she was trying to get him to smile. Still, Neil was to shocked to pull her fingers away from his face.

"I fink I geth ith." It was hard to talk when some one was holding your lips up. Okay, he pulled his face away from her hands and in his best attempt gave her a smile. It turned out a little more disturbing then charming though. Not as cute as the way Siobhan had demonstrated for him with his own face.

Neils face quickly settled back in to a more nuetral frown. One he carried with him most of the time. But that dark frown quickly returned when a certain smug vampire carrying a demon waltzed on right by. The message was sent loud and clear. Rival. Truly, it was an intense wordless moment.

Lattice's brow furrowed a bit as she looked at the little furry shapes as they moved around. Perfect in every way? There was something about that concept that didn't quite compute for the Engraver since everything had imperfections, right?

She gazed around and pointed over at a rather bouncy little foxfire, "That one seems most energetic and even fluffier than the one earlier...It might even have a better demeanor...?"

That is what one wanted in a minipet, right? A good demeanor? Nice fluff?

"Ummm...Hmm..I have never honestly gone foxfire shopping I do not know what is perfection for them...." She admitted quietly.

Zee chuckled darkly. Impecible taste. Oh how this one loved to play games~.

"A kind offer. Tempting~." The demoness hummed and haw'd over it, almost considering the offer seriously. Dressing herself was rather annoying. So much work involved. "...Alas, I wouldn't trust a strange boil like you so suddenly. I'm no easy ghoul." Tough luck, pal! "Cheeky lil devil."

"Mmmmm an' won't let you watch either." Just in case he had any funny ideas.



Siobhan let him go as he pulled away, her smile stuck on her face for a while longer until his faded back into a frown. She mimicked his frown, corners of her lips pulling down far. Her head turned to spot the Vampire and Sloth demon go away.

....oh..

....OH!

"O-oh! i-is that your lover? Former lover? Perhaps he was taken by the demoness? Oh my.. a terrible love drama unfolds. Perhaps if you were to prove your love to him... through sweet m e l o d y ." It appeared the banshee had come up with her own theory. "And after having gone through a heartbreaking reunion with the Witch ghoul. Your tender heart is in shambles. SHAMBLES!" Her scratchy voice lifted, arms flailed in dramatic flair.

((Entering from the Play))

Herryk shoved one of the doors of the entrance open, stalking in with furious strides. He'd stewed the entire way over from the theater, and continued to stew. Granted, the walk had done him good. He was almost back to his regular, comfortable size, though his body ached as it usually did when he grew in size so unexpectedly.

Annoyed, Herryk rubbed his shoulder and peered around. The maul was not a small place, but he had only one thing on his mind at the moment.

His mission? To find Freya and smash the ever-loving JACK out of her phone.

"I think so," Lattice said with a small smile, "if you like that one the best then no doubt it is the most perfect one for him."

Lattice's logic was absolutely flawless.

...Most of the time.

"It is brave, it is colored like Herryk, it is also has the most pleasing shape." She said noting how nice and symmetrically round the fluff was.

TG watched at the ghouls moved about, not much for caring about going pet shopping and instead liking that he was still being held. He wasn't one for foxfires in the sense of keeping them as pets. No. It seemed Freya had not been one of the expert eye to notice he saw foxfires as a resource, and not a pet. They were warm, fluffy, and soft, and when TG huffed and looked at the excitable puppies, he only imagined how warm they were and then brought up the hem of his jacket to press against his face and enjoy the heat their fur offered. High quality. TG saw the pets as lining. Their insulating fur was the only thing around that could maintain the high temperature needed for him to just get around without needing a pool of lava at his feet.

That didn't mean he wanted to shop for one.

Bored, he looked about, watching the ghouls debated which pet was best, before he looked around. "That one."




"If you can't see their eyes, that means they have the thickest fur." And where clearly the warmest.

And then Freya moved into the Pen with him. Into the pen WITH HIM! Bad day. She set him down, and he stepped back, moving to the gate quickly. Luckily most of the foxfires were swarming around the ghoul who was eager to pet and shower them with attention.

TG was now. He was TRYING to get out. Him in a foxfire pen was bad new. BAD NEWS! The only thing was, it was made to keep trouble-making foxfires in. He found the gate door but looked up at the lock.

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