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Jove's ears flattened back even more, if that were even possible, and he gave the teacher the biggest, most terrified @~@ expression. Of course it was beyond his capabilities to explain he was a real student, and had no intention of infesting anything.

However, if he didn't get off that stage soon he might end up throwing up on it. And it would all be that stupid gryphon's fault.

The slamming of the cane against the ground was enough to spur Jove to action even before Renegath's shouts. Although the audition itself had been a disaster, the pup managed to remember the last thing Ren had told him to do.

"TH-THANK YOU" He blurted out, his scared little voice shaky and barely reaching past the pit. Then he turned tail and ran off the other side of the stage, fully intending on beating up a certain big brother as soon as he found him.

He had the most embarrassing ghoulfriend ever. Really. He tried to make himself look small as the professor spouted nonsense and screamed about the kid on stage.

He only knew Jove from a single class, and as far as he remembered the poor boil had been terrified of him, but that was a long time ago. Plus, the guy looked like he needed a little saving. "I don't think he's actually a minipet, Danny."

He pushed his hood down and hissed, loud as he dared, "Jove! Jooove!" Trying to get the boils attention with a wild flail without attracting any more attention to him.

One ear flicked backwards as Jove heard his name from somewhere in the auditorium and he wheeled in their direction, only to backpedal furiously when he realized it wasn't one of his friends, but... a reaper. The pup began to stumble over his own feet, and landed on his backside.

The little ghost's stomach churned uneasily, and he put one hand over his mouth as though trying not to retch from the anxiety. Why did he have to be ambushed by a reaper, of all people? Sure he was learning that reapers in general weren't as bad as he thought, but it was a work in progress!

Rengath stared at the student holding up the 'minipet' in question. It was a silent, cold stare. "Boil."

Rengath's tone was calm. Even and almost relaxed. "Either you put that foxfire back where you found it and sit down quietly, or you volunteer yourself for a very very special role for this year's play." Hands folded in his lap, Rengath waited.

Your move 'big brother'.

The last time Mort went on stage had been awful, and as he passed through the doors and entered the auditorium he tried not to look at the stage. Acting was not for him - the occasional running joke with Bells or Alex, sure, but definitely no full blown acting in front of people. But he still had the scavenger hunt to do, and that meant putting himself out there trying to locate signatures.

There was a pair ahead of one which he recognized, and he shambled towards them, digging around for the paper and pen in his pocket. "Danny! Uh, was curious t'know if -"

But there looked like there was a small commotion by the stage. Uh. Uhhhh.

"- was okay to get sig f-for hunt..." he ended lamely, his eyes cast to Rengath and the freckled boils curiously.

Rikki's face contorted in horror as he watched Jove flail and stumble. Obviously he still wasn't over whatever it was he had against him, because there was no way to make freaking out like that look casual. He tried to give the boil an apologetic smile, and was pleased to see that one of his friends had come to the rescue so Rikki was relieved of the duty.

He turned as someone began talking to Danny and recognized Mort from booths and movie club. He eyed him curiously, had Mort always stuttered like that? He sincerely hoped that it was just a thing with the guy's personality and not because of some attraction to Danny. Because that wasn't okay. At all.

He wrapped an arm around Danny's shoulders just to be certain. "I think he wants your signature, screech."

Danny blinked as Rikki and Mort both confirmed that it was HER signature they wanted. Hers? Was Mort quite sure? She'd never been asked for her signature before. Was she ... maybe ... famous?!

If she could, she might have sparkled a little. Her hand went up to meet the boils hand that had slithered over her shoulder. "Oh! Yeah I can make contracts. I have one with Yin, wanna see?" She pulled out her phone and flipped through her pictures until she found the one she'd taken of Yin's hand. "Neat, huh?"

She smiled and grabbed the paper and pen from Mort's hands, while Mort chatted with Rikki. In big capital letters with loopy handwriting she wrote out DANNY FITZ. "Good luck on your thingy," she said holding the paper back up for him to take.