[PRP] A Harmless Lemonade Stand...

[Miliardo Kason]

Sharpie dropped his now spent lemon wedge looking to Clara with a purr, his little muzzle stuffed its way into her cup lapping up the lemonade happily. "Thank yooou pretty ghoulie!" Picking up another wedge in his mouth he scampered over and up onto False's shoulder who sniffed the air with a grumble.

"You reek cat..."

"Lies and slander."

"I don't like lemonade..."

"Toooo baaaaaad."

Shaking his head he followed after the others, he was admittedly curious what all this had to do with a lemonade stand. Even as they stood at the door he looked at the other students. "Ready for what? Are you buying? I could use a few nightshades for a potion..." his eyes started to wander and a hand was reaching towards one as if to snag it away for later.  

[Bilious]

Enzo's eyebrows raised as the scene unfolded around them. Judging by the fact the zombie had let them into the back at all, the pink-kimono'ed Oni HAD to know them-

But judging by the way she ran, this sort of thing was probably not part of their understanding. Well, he knew a good caper when he saw one. Without asking any questions, he snatched up a sack, swinging it over his shoulder, to run as well. "SLOW POKE'S GET STUCK HOLDIN' THE BAG!" He called back to the others before giving out a wild cackle.  

[Miliardo Kason]

"Oh now this I can get behind."

Grabbing a bag of his own he snatched Sharpie off his shoulder running after Enzo and Desu, "Hey hey I ain't bringing up the rear of this party van!" Holding Sharpie at arm length the cat suddenly ignited into flames purring and still smelling of lemonade.

"Go go go!" the reaper shouted while waving the cat about like a menacing burning ball of fire.  

[yylaayl]

Clara felt really really really really really REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY uncomfortable about doing this. As soon as she saw Desu kick the back door open, carrying that bag with surprising strength, Clara's stomach knotted up. It took massive amounts of self restraint and the sight of the shop owner running at them for her to finally pick up a bag herself and flee after the speck of pink.  

[Baneful]

Oh this certainly seemed rather illegal. He thought as the almost overwhelming scent of flowers filled the air, enough to twist the stomach. The seeds even more potent but at the same time no doubt valuable.

Zar wasn't so adverse to things of dubious legality, and he could run rather fast. It didn't take him long to decide perhaps there was something in it for him and to seize one of the sacks with claws and tail, heft it onto his shoulders, and make a cantering dash after the others.

 

[Bilious]

"MOVE THEM GAMS, PIDGE!" Enzo cackled back to Clara as he leaped over a potted plant, scrambling to keep up with the trick-or-treater. Just another afternoon, to him.

yylaayl

 

[Bilious]

Huffing and puffing, Enzo wobbled to a stop on their hill, grinning widely as he tossed his own stolen bag down at Desu's feet proudly before glancing to the others as they caught up.

He frowned as he registered the facts at hand. "Wait." Once he caught his breath, he straightened up and pulled a cigar out from under his hat. A couple shabby looking squirrels from one of the trees they had passed had scurried to catch up with his feet, one scaling his pant leg like a tree trunk to fetch his lighter for him. "You sayin' we pilfered some damn plants to do charity work at the park?"

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[Bilious]

Enzo stared at his phone with pursed lips and a furrowed brow. He then turned his phone sideways to examine the smiley faces and attempt to comprehend them.

After a moment, the pun clicked and the short, freckled reaper was sent into a fit of snickers. Puns: His weakness. "Alright, alright, alright, you gotta' point, toots."

He shoved his phone back into his pocket before giving a whistle and the shadows nearby materialized into the upright bass form of his familiar, purring away a tune as he gave another whistle and more squirrels all leaped out of their hiding spots at attention.

"Bit fluffier than my usual," He huffed at the sight of them, "But it's better an' 'Spuds. Alright, have at it." With a quick gesture and a few notes from The Boss, the parkish swarm scampered about to stuff their cheeks with seeds and dig the appropriate holes to bury them in.

Enzo lit his cigar, happy to wait as he checked Critter.  

[yylaayl]

Clara resisted the urge to hit Enzo over the head with her bag. "Maybe I should exercise more..." Clara thought as she thought about Enzo's comment more than she should have. When they reached the park where they stopped, she started planting some seeds into the ground.

"So why are we planting these seeds?" Clara asked.  

[Baneful]

Zar was pretty happy to scatter the seeds around and remove evidence of wrongdoing from his person. Besides, he was rather curious to see what resulted from this little escapade, always keen to encourage a bit of suffering in the midst of the student body he loved so much.

Holding the bag in his tail, he scattered seeds left and right with his hands until there was none at all left.

Then he ditched the bag deftly in some bushes.

 

[Miliardo Kason]

Burning cats and zombies do not mix, between running, stealing, and lightly implied threats of burning a store down they all got away it seemed and found themselves in a park.

Sharpie now extinguished was dropped on the ground free to chase the squirrels as they worked to plant the seeds.

"So we plant these now then?" He shrugged and started to follow after the vermin tossing seeds to and fro before turning his bag over empty and done. "Oie hey, don't do that." False marched over to the bush where Zar had tossed his empty sack, picking it up he held it in his hand along with his own.

"Why risk leaving it when you have a perfectly good incinerator near by?" A snap of his finger and a small flame lit the bags burning them up in his hand leaving nothing but dust and ash floating in the wind.

"Still not sure why we're doing this. Hope this stuff grows into something good..." He might have been eying Enzo up as if to ask 'bum a smoke?'