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Normally, her reaction to West stating he'd retrieve her tickets would be "Not before me!" or an equivalent. Whatever meant she could give the gnomes a good one or two herself for the hassle. Instead, the tatzel felt a bit of panic followed by her chest getting that hot feeling again like back in the woods. West- ...but the demon was already after the culprit.

Your own dark knight! Make sure to thank him for it! What your Ma told you should be go-❤

The ghoul started humming a tune ...like going LALALALALA with hands over her ears until the wrath demon appeared again. A drink of fresh candy corn juice he was, surely bringing back her...

Well, not her tickets, it seemed. But just looking at him was enough to sooth her senses... slightly. Trying to lean aside to look behind the boil toward the interior of the stall, she found him blocking her view.

Just look at him. Don't worry so much. ❤

No? Well dangit. It was a disappointment for sure, but what really got her demigoat was when West offered his own tickets to her. NU-HUH. Ya got them tickets fair n' square, West. Get something ya'want fer yerself.

Ya earned it.

You mean he deserves a reward. ❤

If she wasn't already near a point of arguing with herself, Levi's complete focus was on one phrase that came from the demon boil's lips: she looked good. In all her years back home, this was never something she heard aside from her Pa as far as boils went. Those tatzelwurm boils were all jerks.

But not the demon. West just called you good looking. Reward him. ❤

Before the voice even said anything, she was already pressed against him. Contact made him more powerful, right? Levi felt so strongly about his complimenting her that it forced her body to react on its own. She was giving him something she thought he wanted.

Head tucked under his chin, she hugged around his back with her forearms briefly, eyes closed with a light smile. Before she could snap back a response to the tiny voice, she was already off of him again, wearing that pink blush and looking directly into his eyes. Any longer and she would have broke out into a purr. Oh Jack. THANKS Her voice went a bit high but at least those ears returned to their upright position ... in alarm of what she'd just done.

B-but like'I said! Thems yer hard earned tickets. Get somethin' ya wanna get.

n'...

ain't bad none yerself, boil. He always did dress so sleek, didn't he?

As if by some mysterious force of nature a drunken gnome wandered to the prize booth from the games area. He stumbled and stepped, hicupping as he bumped right into the legs of a love-struck young man carrying a fine young two-toned thing.

"Wed..? Mnyeh...don' f'rget yer charms. Yeah." He slurred, digging around in his diaper. He dropped 1 Scarentine's point on Mot's foot..and held up three protection charms as well.

He clearly had their best interests in mind.




(Jet. Please claim this in the claim thread)

Finding his rare act of selflessness refused, West had a brief moment of personal pity before he shook his head in yet another attempt to clear it. Luckily, the gesture could also be taken as a refusal of her refusal to take his tickets, or something all caring and noble like that.

"N...no. I didn't do nothin' really. Spun some wheels, smacked some things. An' I dun want anythin'. This stuff's all..." He had been about to say stupid, but clearly Levi had her eye on something. If he called the prizes stupid and she got upset or angry, well... he didn't want that. He didn't? The boil almost shook his head again. "I want you t'have—"

When he felt her arms wrap around him, West's throat closed just as tightly around his words, turning the rest of his sentence into a shaky squeak of exhaled breath. He had become more comfortable with others touching him in the past few months—though his policies on initiating the touching remained largely unchanged—and he was well aware that ghouls sometimes couldn't help doing these things, but he had never counted Levi among the ranks of normal ghouls. The tatzel punched and slapped and bit. She didn't hug. Or rather, she didn't hug him. Now that she was doing so, however, he didn't want her to stop. She should clearly start doing things like this more often.

The brief moment of contact was over all too soon and as West finally drew in a lungful of candy-corn-scented air, he noticed that he had crumpled his handful of prize tickets nearly beyond recognition. He began to unravel them, methodically spreading each one against his thigh until they were all arranged in a fairly neat pile, which he then held out to Levi.

"I want y't'have 'em." He managed a small smile that he hoped didn't look too shell-shocked. "And, um, thanks? Just threw this stuff on..." ...when you said you were coming. He cleared his throat. "Take 'em. Really. I'll be mad if y'don't." No, he wouldn't be. He'd be sad. QQ sad. Inside. Do you want to be responsible for that, Levi?

His gaze dropped from her captivating eyes to the gnome at her feet, but he remained facing her, the hand holding his tickets still extended. What was that thing doing? The urge to kick it was rising. His head turned sharply at Charlie's shout, but he didn't remain distracted for long. Levi was here.

Roch headed for the table, intent on getting a slurpee or shake, or something. He really had to stop, though, and he knew it. But a smoothie wouldn't be that big of a deal, he thought as he started to make himself one. He glanced around, his eyebrow raising at the sight of Charlie confronting Mot--oh, that was going to be interesting! He started closer, only to bump into Danny.

"Yo," he said, his attention torn between her and the war that was about to break out.

"Well, Charlie thinks that Mot is an evil van driver, not sure why driving a van is evil, but he insists," Roch explained cheerfully. "And Mot and Hel are... uh.... no, I got no clue on that one. So did you get stuck at a table with someone too?" he asked curiously. Then he frowned, cuz he had finally looked at her face. "What happened?"

"Ahm?" Roch repeated blankly. "Did Ahm give you that shiner?" He couldn't see it... He figured he knew the twins (well, Nahm, at least, and they SEEMED a lot alike...) but-- "You're kidding me, right?" he asked blankly. "Ahm didn't seem the type to hit a ghoul. At least not outside of a gym fight."

".... She?" he repeated. "Huh, okay, so not MY Ahm, some new chick comes up and punches you in the face and... you're happy about it." He stared at her blankly, then reached up, touching her cheek.

"This might sting a bit," he told her, summoning his guitar with his other hand and bringing up a tiny amount of FEAR to heal the shiner that was developing. "There we go. But seriously, this is a jackin' PARTY, you don't go around punchin' people in the face here!" he complained. "Who the jack is this ghoul?"