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"Hello Minion. I mean Blondie." did he really let that slip? oops.

I uhh...." this wasn't entirely thought through. really it was not. "I ahhh, I don't really have anything set up." he bent down and hung right at the edge of his booth he was standing on. His tail circled down to hang towards the around as his wings folded to frame his thin body while he kept his balance.

"Mostly I just need to get the word out. I can't let Gabby go unopposed. That really ruins the whole point of a vote don't you think? Just send people my direction somehow." He shrugged. He hadn't planed on having help. But he certainly would take advantage.

"Well you don't have too. You can figure something else out if you want. I'm not going to make you help me." he certainly wasn't paying for help either.

"Do whatever you feel is best then." he shrugged. He only had one real mission with this booth, pissing off Gabby. If he won, well bonus.

Mia didn't think that Andrew was... actually serious about running, but nevertheless, she was happy he was at least trying. Somewhat. It was an effort.
"I'm surprised, really. That was a pretty good speech."
And then she remembered what she came here for.
"Sooooo, I heard you and Olivia ran a booth for the carnival. Care to enlighten me?"

On the contrary.
She was going to ship these two together just because.
"Really, is that all there is to it?"
She wasn't budging, Andrew. Not until she heard more.

Things had changed, Andrew. Things had changed.
"It seems so unlike you, but I hope you two had fun."
hint hint nudge nudge.

After his altercation with Andrew, where the boil had simply come to his booth to spout incorrect information about dragons and denounce his attempts to become treasurer, it seemed as though he'd gone and taken his unhappiness with Gabby one step further. Right next to Gabby's own booth, a shoddy mockery of the booth system rose up, with nothing on it but the flame demon himself. He was very openly denouncing Gabby with an entire booth dedicated to that purpose.

Gabby had to wonder if the boil even had any interest in being on the council, at all.

It wasn't hard to turn to the side and walk over to the next booth, standing in front of it to glare up at Andrew menacingly. He'd come and harassed him at his own booth, turnabout was only fair play.

"You've created a booth dedicated to running for student council based on the premise of 'Better me than the other guy'. That is your entire campaign. Do you realize this? Do you give a single damn about the actual job at all, or do you really think that revenge is a good reason to do anything?"

Well, that last one was a legitimate question.

"For the record, you are the son of a dilapidated corpse left to rot for millions of years before spawning you." Gabby lifted his lips in a very friendly smile and held his hands out for his prize. "I'm just playing your game, of course. No offense meant." All of the offense was meant. All of it. Scores and scores of offense were meant, but it was the perfect chance to get away with it. He couldn't resist.

Brenley didn't think it was wise for the school's administration to trust some student with all of the funds meant to pay for the year's activities, but it looked like that was what they were planning on doing, what they had done many times long before he had arrived. He didn't know either boil who was running for the honor, but on the way back to Piper's, he stopped to listen as some demon gave a disgruntled speech about why he was the better choice. It seemed to Bren that he didn't really even want the job, he was only running to make sure his opponent didn't go unopposed. Or maybe it was just to make the other boil angry. He eyed the dragon flinging pleasantries nearby. It appeared to be working.

Content to remain out of the line of fire (and ice), the reaper looked around for something to do here, a game or a snack like the other booths had. Instead he saw... was that Ruth? She had her back to him, but he could swear that's what her hair had looked like the last time she had seen him. Bren hurried after her, edging people out of the way as he went, but when he reached the mysterious figure and rested a hand on its shoulder, he found that it was not the ghoul he was looking for. It wasn't a ghoul at all. It was a pair of gnomes.

"Sorry," he muttered, ducking his head and scurrying away from the fire demon's booth.