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Hearing a familiar voice pipe up, she turned to see the ice demon.
Oh, Molan was here? The moment she saw the word "shop", "outfit" and "maul" in the text, she tuned out everything else, having not noticed the "bring your own boilfriend" part either. ALL the misunderstandings.

She gave Molan a small smile, not realizing she had kind of... not talked to him at all during the natural forms class, and was about to ask him how he found the class, when the pink-haired ghoul spoke out, seeming indignant at her comment.
... wait. Jealous? Who would be jealous of-

Miasma frowned as the ghoul whispered to her boilfriend, and when she had extended the shopping invitation to her, even offering to let the "foxfire pile" carry her bags, Mia only arched an eyebrow.

"I came here to shop regardless, so I'll come, but as for that sled..."
The thought of having little furry fluffballs drag her precious clothes around made her grimace. And who KNEW if those things were house-trained.
Though, she did let out a small laugh as they seemed to assault Molan for cuddles.

As the patchwork ghoul addressed her, Mia only arched an eyebrow at her.
"Well, yes, but I expect this many would be quite trouble-"
As another boil joined the group, the patchwork ghoul seemed to run off to greet him. Strange, he looked a lot like a fox-
And then the pink-haired ghoul bound off to greet them, and Miasma only sighed, realizing how large this group was getting. Well, as long as she got to buy some-

An agitated hiss escaped her lips as the ghoul stuck her hand in her hair, and Miasma quickly swatted it away, adjusting the stray strands that she had dislodged.
"I'm not a scareling." she huffed, fussing with the beads in her hair.
Hopefully this trip would start soon. She was getting restless.

Jove made a little face, half-stifled in his attempts to be a gentleman. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad as long as the ghouls were also dressing up... So long as it didn't end up like the locker incident in first year. Or the week with the syrup-hair. Or pretty much any other time he had been picked on for the amusement of crueler peers. When he glanced at the rest he noticed he was starting to gather stares, and that made him a little nervous.

But Amrita wasn't like that, he had shared sandwiches with her. And when you shared sandwiches with someone, that had to mean you are friends. He accepted her arm, feeling more comfortable as a gentleman than as a vulnerable student.

He glanced over, noticing the other canine boil joining the group. They were almost the same height. That observation made Jove's little ghostly heart swell, in his usual child form most everyone towered above him. Ears perked when he noticed what the other boil was paying attention to. The little ringing sound of bells, every time Amarus moved.