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Rosy follows Spinar, trying her best to hide her face against his side. She knew better then to tease him, but she did anyways. Looking up, she shakes her head as she relax against him "Yes, this is true. Though, a rather screech heart of a demon made me realize how much they were fun. He hung out with me, even though we were fighting. And even didn't mind when I stole his top hat." she leans up to brush a kiss to his cheek before she pulls away to look at the first booth game that caught her attention.

Of course it would, as it happen to be Spin the Wheel.

Glancing towards Spinar, she chuckles "We just did something like this for the Carnival. I wish you could have come to it, I wanted to show you something." turning away, she reached for wheel and spun it.

It didn't go as fast as she wanted, but it was still a good enough spin.

Only, when it landed on a section that she didn't win, she simply shrugs. She knew with these it was chance, and she was okay with not winning. Turning to Spinar, she steps aside as she crossed her arms under her chest "Your turn love."

I'VE WON A TICKET!
Game played: Spin the Wheel

"Hm, I wonder who that handsome sounding boil was?" A raise of elegant brow was given to the ghoul and he smirked. It was strange to think long it had been since they had ran into one another. Strange but now he couldn't imagine Amity without Rosy. Entering the gaming area Spinar was quick to look over each place setup, nothing looked super alluring, as it didn't involve the kind of gambling he liked but some looked worth while.

Spin the Wheel, standing in front with Rosy his hands traveled to his pockets, placed there as he waited the ghoul to go first.

"Oh yeah? Sorry about that, I was busy with more than my fair share of things at the time." He hadn't been keeping up on classes enough to sneak away, but Rosy didn't need the long and short of it. At the ending result of nothing he chuckles teasingly and then moves to the wheel.

Stepping up he spun and then grinned over his shoulder towards the ghoul, "demons luck.." He winked, waiting for the ticket prize.

Hollandaise drifted from game table to table, dress swirling airily around her ankles. She remembered the games of when she'd come first to this school - fortune-telling, costumes. It had been a real carnival. This was science-themed, although not true science, she supposed. As she moved, she kept one eye on the dance, watching as creeple swung each other about or danced closely. Maybe Hollandaise could ask Mathias if he knew how to dance. The music didn't resonate with her as much as if seemed to with other, although she could still feel the bass rumble in the hollow of her chest. Maybe she could ask Mathias if wolpertingers danced.

With an idle hand, she spun a wheel, the circling of it combined with the low light makingher head spin just the same. She wasn't surprised she won nothing; Hollandaise just like the chance of things. With the exception of few, she didn't see too many creeple she knew - although she did catch a glimpse of the feathered boy from class, Pachua, his wings wrapped around the council president.

The table was easy enough to find, as he had passed it once while waiting for Hollandaise to arrive, and his dark vision made seeing things easy (though the brightness here and there from the black lights were still a little irritating, he was starting to get used to it).

It wasn't until they came to a stop that he spoke. "Yes like mushroom glow. Is not bad thing! The mushrooms are charming and pretty." A small half smile, though he was sure he probably wasn't making much sense, so to help he reached into his pocket with his free hand, and plucked out a single, small, glowing mushroom.

"Like this!"

As she went to work building her drink, Mathias found himself with two free hands again, so he put the mushroom away and had a look at his options.

And continued to look for a long time, hesitant to even try mixing any together. He took so long to decide, in fact, that just as he was reaching for the first ingredient, Holly startled him by asking if he would like to try her drink, which was purported to be good.

He took it from her hand and sniffed at it gingerly. It did not smell half bad, so he took a small, tentative sip. "Is good!" He nodded, sounding surprised.

When she said she would be right back, he nodded again, once again distracted by the ingredients on the table.

He finally decided on trying some candycorn. No, not just a little, but lots of candycorn. He needed to mix something in with it however or what would be the point of this? He finally decided on something that smelled rather tasty, like carrots and celery and lettuce! He dumped in the healthy food and swirled his drink around.

Holly returned, and again he startled. "Yes am just finishing." He tilted the drink in her direction so that she could see, and then, raising it up, he took a sip.

And then slowly set the drink down.

He would never speak of that drink again.

At Hollandaise's question, he glanced towards her. What would he like her to do? That would require a little thought, and he pursed his lips together, crossing his arms and tapping a foot on the ground in thought.

"How about----" he began, but then she was suddenly reaching god his ears. His eyes widened, he leaned back but it was far too late. Long fingers were stroking down his ear and he shivered, his arms uncrossing and going limp at his sides.

And then she began to scritch behind his ear and oh, ohhhhh that felt good. His head nuzzled closer to her hand, practically begging for more, and the foot that was previously tapping began to beat against the floor rapidly.

"This. This is good." He sighed.

He was going to be so very upset with both her and himself when she stopped, however. This was embarrassing though the pleasure at the moment far outweighed the cost.

It was absolute, sheer bliss. One ear scratching was wonderful, but two at once? The feel of it threatened to put the tinger into sensory overload, his body drooping from the waist up as if he were melting on the spot, his foot thumping, thumping, pace quickening, his body leaning more and more forward towards her.

When the scratches began to ease off, so did his foot, slowing down as he sagged forward, face going to rest on her chest as he let out a long sigh, eyes half lidded, a peaceful smile on his face.

He barely noticed that she'd stopped, or that a gnome was trying to get them to move. He mumbled something completely unintelligible, and continued to cuddle up against her for a few moments longer.

It wasn't until she began to move, to get out of the gnomes way, that Mathias jerked to attention.

"Ach, voman!" He exclaimed, suddenly standing straight, face going red, eyes glaring into the distance just to the left of having to look directly at her. "Vas not giving permission for ear touching!" He grumped, arms crossing once more.

"There is line. Is thin line. Please to not be crossing line. Now, vhere is food? Vould like food." His face was still red as he pushed passed her, his face set in a scowl that had more to do with embarrassment than anger.

"Come!"

[Rolling. Forgetting to roll.]

Damien watched bemusedly when brand was busy concocting, and deacon playing tabby scientist not far behind. "What are you even- how can you put healthy snacks in it?" he didnt understand just what in jacks name they were doing, even more so when the pink haired boil offered a sip that he took, albeit a tiny bit.

and everything was sunshine and sparkles for the briefest of seconds. and there was pink flowers in bloom.

"Brand is that what you use all the time?" This was where his magic came from? "Welp, whatever floats your boat and makes the biscuits." he cheered and spun the boil around. "Next time, add bacon."