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Alex was sure that his parents probably had thought about doing that when he had been younger, but since he had not let anybody go near his neck without throwing a fit they probably finally decided it was best to just leave it be. Now, however, it probably wouldn't be a terrible idea to consider. "I might look into that, thanks." He said with a grin, having really not thought about it too much before. It was just something that he'd gotten used to over the years.

Alex really hadn't been paying much attention to the speakers, which was odd for him. Possibly they were just incredibly dry and uninteresting, and he perked up at the mention of games. "Ya, games would be nice!" He sat up from his laid back and slouched position in his chair, arms uncrossing from over his chest as he craned his tall frame up to have a quick look around.

"There seems to be some kind of set up over there." He pointed, though he really hadn't a clue what kind of games they might actually have. As he pushed himself out of his chair, he gave the wolfos a curious look. "Floresce scooping? Can't say I've ever played that."

Alex pushed himself out of his chair and began the awkward movement of moving back along the aisle they had seated themselves in, brushing past other people who had sat down since they had arrived with murmured apologies, while he listened to Kings explanation of floresce scooping. "Sounds...difficult." He admitted, though it was intriguing enough that he wondered if he aught to try it some time.

"Back home we play a lot of Bruteball, or occasionally, capture the severed head." He had made his way out of the aisle now, and was shuffling his way towards the games area, hands finding their way into his pockets. "Games that a large group can play, since there are so many of us." His family was massive, really. Had he mentioned that already? Probably.

As the approached the area it became quite obvious that the mini-festival hadn't sprung on anything fantastical for the games area. The typical stalls one might find were set up, with young undead boils and ghouls, and a few teens and adults, working their way through them. A ring toss where one tried to have the ring encircle a pumpkin stem, a place for throwing darts at balloons filled with blood, a stall for throwing a mace ball at stacked up shrunken heads. Typical stuff, really.

"Is there anything catching your eye that you'd like to try?" He inquired of the white wolfos. Of course, having no money himself to spring on any games he wasn't about to just go ahead and make any assumptions and have King pay for it.

"Hrm? Oh the head you mean? Oh well...we don't usually use an actual head. Just a skull of a dead minipet suffices for us. Nobody really likes to have to lose their head." Alex was speaking from personal experience.

Coming to a stand still, he removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest, pondering which game he thought they should give a try first. "The maceball toss to knock over those shrunken heads looks easiest..but these things are always rigged to look much easier then they actually are. The chances of actually winning are usually pretty minuscule." And how did Alexander know that, exactly? Well, he'd read it in a book of course! And if it was in a book, then it must have been true.

"They are rather fragrant." He agreed. They smelt delicious, actually, and were making his stomach rumble despite the fact that he had just eaten. Always hungry, never not. "It depends on what you want to waste your silver seeds on, I suppose. Here, lets try the ring toss first." He nodded in it's direction, mostly because it appeared to be vacant and the other stalls had customers already playing.

"Three turns for five seeds." The zombie that was manning the booth said to them as they approached, rings held in one hand while the other was extended to retrieve the money. That seemed..rather expensive for such a silly game, but Alex waited to see if King wanted to give it a try.