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Cheerfully, Jae Eun and Junsu made their way towards the Flower/Charm booths. The Charm booth seemed vacant, but the beautiful flowers were too much. Junsu took up the reins and steered Jae towards the bright blossoms, tended by always-elegant Sevilin.

Despite Jae's protests, Jun marched right up to Sevvie with a question: "Hey there! Which flowers do you think would look best on her?"

He had a wicked grin on his face, partially from the delight that comes from teasing someone special to you. But he also truly meant it. Why ruin something that could be really special? It was their first date in a couple months since his band had started touring, so he might as well!

"Hey! What's goin' on over there?" Jae piped suddenly, noticing the tensions at the refreshments booth.

"Ignore it. Now turn this way so we can figure out which flower looks best on you!!!" Jun growled, pointing towards Sevvie as though to imply they were working together from the start.

Amaris let go of Sam quickly, completely dumbfounded by his rant, and watched as he retreated. She never was particularly strong in the first place - her genetics and the way she had grown up were to blame for that. At the same time she couldn't help but wonder if maybe it would have been better if she had left the guy to wreak havoc, considering that the Raevan involved had retreated from the scene and the other man was... well, he was down and out.

It took that moment to realize she was shaking.

"Uh," she said, turning her gaze downwards to Bard. "Are you alright?" And jeez, the guy had sure made a mess of the booth during his tantrum. Reluctantly she begun to pick things up and set them back on the counter, reflecting on what had just happened.

Just when Julian finally had a mind to conjure up an amendment to what he had previously stated, a dour voice broke the uncomfortable silence and commanded his presence. Apparently, the date auctions were about to begin with the scientist as the first contestant. Removing his hand from his face, he crouched down to collect his other glove and quickly pulled it onto the proper hand. By the time he was standing upright again, he had some words to say if not the proper ones. "If you wish to talk again, Dr. Kyou knows my information. It seems I'm not at liberality to speak to you any further at the moment."

He regretted meeting Natsuki's eyes before he unceremoniously left her, but duty before passion. Both he and Gage knew that expression intimately.

Hurried strides brought him to the booth quicker than he had even approximated. In a flurry of movement he wiped any lipstick that had adhered to his own lip with the back of a dark sleeve, straightened his tie, and began to work his hair into some semblance of order. In the end, he was present, but still a bit disheveled. It would remain to be seen if his rumpled appearance would be received well, or if the crowd preferred their butlers to be overly pristine.

Tyson didn't notice Aphimet's nor Alex's concerned glances, since he was too busy watching Munchies. Although the child wouldn't even know what they meant anyways if he did catch a glimpse. As soon as their attention was returned to him, the tyke gave a nod. "Thanks Alex, I'll come visit if you get bored." Afterwards he turned on his heel and followed after Aphi as though he was a lost puppy.

Tyson may have been bummed out, but that certainly didn't stop him from catching up with Aphi. The child almost in step with the older man, not asking anymore questions for the time being.

Aphismet sat in his booth, bringing over a stool from a neighboring booth for Tyson to sit on. Once the boy and he were sitting, Aph proceeded with the introductions.

"Munchies, this is my friend Tyson. Tyson, this is my little gwee Munchies. You can hold her, but be careful of her mouth, ok? she likes to chew on things." Carefully, he placed the tiny gwee in Ty's lap, and turned to his cooler. It still held more water bottles, and seeing them made a sharp flare of anger lick at Aph's memory, but it quickly passed, leaving a worried thought; why was he so ready to hate Julian?

Just as he was thinking about the man, his name sounded over the PA system. How coincidental. Frowning, doing his best to dismiss the matter, Aph searched through the cooler with renewed vigor, finally coming across what he'd been looking for; a pair of sandwiches.

"Here, one for you and one for Lil. It's just ham and cheese, I hope you don't mind that," he said, offering the two plastic baggies to the boy.

It would appear that luck was the last thing the Argyros family should be expecting that day. With Sam's little fit upsetting the drink counter, Fangs found himself soaked in iced tea and mocha, things he did not want to be soaked in. In fact, Fangs was more feline than dragon in that regard and with an irritated hiss, the cat would flare it's small dragon wings and take off, likely to find some place where it could attempt to lick itself clean. Bard watched his friend fly off with a sigh; he knew there really wasn't anything he could offer to the poor feline.

Sam's little rant had been...pathetic to say the least and Bard was glad when the kid stalked off so he didn't have to lose his temper. Who threw such a tiff about names anyway? Who the hell punched people over a name for that matter? It was completely out of left field according to the purple-haired man, but then again it seemed to just be turning into one of those days.

Amaris' question seemed to break something inside of Bard that had been wearing thin and with an irritated scowl he shook his head before replying. "I'm fine and would have been fine without your help, but thanks for it all the same," he managed with a tone that spoke volumes about what a small amount of thanks he currently had to give. Pushing himself away from the drink stall and testing his stance for a moment, Bard turned back to the raevan at the sound of his voice. It was strangely comforting to hear it.

"Thank you, but I don't think a mocha is really what I'm needing right now," he replied, making a mental note to grab some vodka out of his 'sky locker' as soon as the moment allowed it. The moment though was presenting a far more interesting turn of events that begged alcohol to wait. Reaching out and brushing his fingers against Rivener's, Bard motioned towards the cloth. "Could I help you with that? It's my fault everything got all messy and I'm sure you've got other people that would like drinks. No reason for your...hands to get messy." Bard had clearly wanted to add some adjective in before he'd said 'hands' but the right one just hadn't come to him; at least not one that didn't sound cheesy as hell.

Shuura blanched at the loudness of the announcement, considering that one of the speakers had come from RIGHT NEXT TO HER EAR. Muttering curses beneath her breath, she covered the offended ear with a hand, about to get up with the intention of moving away from the speaker, but the content of the announcement made her pause momentarily.

There was no doubt that Jules would be heading over to this very booth at this moment, and she considered whether she felt like facing his obnoxious demeanor or avoiding it. However, she belatedly remembered that 1. Gage still hadn't returned with her drink and 2. She had just as much right to be pissed at him since she suspected it was also HIS doing that she was stuck in this auction thing as well.

that settled, the raven-haired girl settled back comfortably into her chair and awaited Julian's imminent arrival with an icy smile.