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Julian could only speculate on how exactly he ended up with a Kissing Booth. There were plenty of options, most of which involved pleasing Chloe Star and the good doctor, but none of which explained exactly how the man became a possible object of physical affections. Besides, who would honestly go to Julian Sweet's booth to kiss a man who was anything but the adjective his last name described? That was the type of thing Julian was riding on, actually. Nobody in their right mind would go to his booth, and even the usual crazies were generally not completely unaware of their own well-being.

The only good that could come out of the young Dr. Sweet handling his own booth was that it gave him time to work on his studies. By the number of textbooks stacked near Julian's chair, there was quite a lot to work on.

Gage, on the other hand, was quite pleased to have been assigned his current task. As he frequently if not always wore a mask, the radioactive Raevan was deemed a prime worker for the stall that did not require bare lips. With a good amount of cheer, he did his best to organize the various foods, hoping someone would soon choose to purchase some treat or other. Slowly, the Frei was getting over his shyness, and while he would never be a people person praise was never a bad thing.

Paticularly if it was from someone important. Very important.

Rivener's forward advance slowed to a displeased stop as he neared Roux. The Ice Raevan had seen him coming, and didn't seem happy about it? Rivener frowned. He glanced at the Booth's sign without really paying attention when Roux pointed at it. He was more concerned with why Roux wasn't happy to see him.

Putting the camera away for now, hanging it at his wrist by the cord hoop, Rivener floated a little bit closer to Roux.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, slightly hurt, strangely insulted. "It's been so long since I've seen you, and not even a hint of a smile?"

Aphismet had chuckled at Chloe's praise of his work. "I did my best. I hope everyone likes them... Maybe we should go back later and try to win some!"

Then an odd man had interrupted them. When he'd lifted his clawed hands, Aph startled and took a step back in reflex, immediately stepping back into place and clearing his throat, hoping Chloe hadn't noticed. After a moment, he managed to talk. "Y-yes, there are many events here... The Kissing Booths, the refreshment stands, the T-Tunnel of, erm... And the Lucky Pan. Please enjoy your stay," he concluded with as welcoming a smile as he could muster (which wasn't very much).

The feeling of vague displacement was bothering Niksia, she didn't want to get involved in a conversation that was already gaining participants by the moment. She stuck out her bottom lip in a thoughtful gesture, as she scooted away from the pink haired woman and her current conversation.

"Refresh...ments anyone?"

The words were faint but just enough to catch her attention. Niksia turned toward the sound, unaware that one hand was still creeped up under her chin in a faintly protective gesture.

She blinked at the source of the voice...

'...'

Words failed her ever so suddenly.

"Darn didn't win anything," Sam said only half truthfully. He turned away from the booth and his eyes found themselves on the refreshments booth.

Sam's mind and face were a complete blank for a second. "Uhhh," he made a noise as his brain worked on the visual puzzle before him. Woman, yes, fine, other people... floating.. torsos... what? Suddenly he realized the answer; this was the new life the lab was creating! And they were using them a slave laborers how horrible! He strode over to the stand quickly, glancing this way and that for suspicious scientists. They'll probably starve them or torture them if they don't meet a quota or something! That silver one looks scared, or confused. Sam's mind invented fictitious horrors of the lab. "I'll have two glasses of lemonade! he said a bit loudly to the green one. He must help these poor 'Raevans'!!

Gage was not nearly so consumed with the idea of "love", for it was entirely mapped out in his mind. When he had first been introduced to the concept, he had questioned his guardian, and since then had been very content with the explanation provided. "Love is fleeting" was all Julian had offered, and it was all Gage needed to know about the emotion. As far as he could tell, St. Valentine's must have been a day meant for loss. It was a celebration of happiness which somehow represented sorrow, because surely nothing that was lost so easily could bring joy. The reasoning was heavily flawed, but the outcome was pleasant. Besides, plenty of distractions kept Gage from thinking on it further. Various sights, sounds, and smells assaulted the Frei all at once, like a hurricane racing across his senses. A flash of pink hair meant Ms. Chloe was about, and that steady feeling of confusion came quite pointedly from Rivener's appearance. Everyone was gathered together and the resulting feeling was warm.

It had to be the opposite of "love".

Eyes wide, as though he hoped to take the entire view in, Gage turned to look over his booth-mate. It was another Raevan, though a far more elegant looking one with long silver hair and very pale skin. At once, the coward within Gage flinched, deciding it might be best not to talk with someone a good deal more impressive. Yet, he could not help but think it would be a very lonely existance if he never spoke to all of the many people that were easier on the eyes than himself. Sooner or later he would need to muster up a little courage.

Cordially and quietly, he offered but a few words in the other's direction. "I am Gage."

However, Gage did not have much time to try and start a conversation. Soon enough one of the people with legs was requesting his attention; the order of lemonade was something the Raevan felt he dare not miss. Glancing up and down the length of the stall, Gage quickly located two pre-poured cups, gathering them up in either hand before presenting them to the human.

When Kalec started to speak to her Niksia stopped gawking, mostly. She walked slowly toward the refreshment booth, a faint smile apparent on her face. The colour of his hair caught her eye, drawing her still slightly shocked gaze from his face.

'Nothing wrong, I'm just a little easily caught off guard tonight...'

The hand under her chin creeped up some more, as if trying to find a way toward her face without being noticed. Her other hand touched gently on the booth as she got as close as she was comfortable with.

'There is a lot on offer, by the looks of things. A little glass of Lemonade might be nice, actually.'

Niksia's smile deepened, she was slowly getting over that first shock of realising she wasn't looking at anything human. Or maybe just partly human... She was still pondering that while she tried rather slyly to get a look at Kalec while he wasn't paying too much attention.

Puchiko had been rather surprised to see a strange invitation in her mailbox, given her prior behavior in the labs. She would have thought - rightfully so - that the Labs would want nothing to do with their self-proclaimed arch nemesis and her pilfered goods. Still, it couldn't hurt to go - perhaps there would be free food, which Puchiko could certainly do with. She hadn't had anything aside from reheated pizza for the past week.

Of course she was mostly going for reconnaissance. Explore the enemy territory and all that. So with her stolen items placed in a drawstring pouch by her hips, Puchiko headed out towards the designated area, a pen tucked behind her ear and a notebook stashed in her jacket. In case she needed to take notes.

Who knew? Maybe she could exchange some strong, angry words with this so-called "Dr. Kyou." Doctor of STUPID was her guess.

She approached the festival area with an air of wary suspicion, fingers poised over her pouch in case anyone tried to steal it from her. Within the pouch itself the arrow turned and twirled idly, seeming almost bored with the affair. It was good thing it wasn't visible. Soon as she stepped into the area she noticed a fair amount of floating, half-formed beings - not unlike the one she had first encountered, she supposed - wandering round the premises, along with normal people. Curious. Perhaps she'd be able to study one later -

But for now, she wanted food. Hand placed protectively over her pouch, Puchi scurried towards a nearby booth, manned by a man who looked none too pleased with the going-ons.

"Where's the grub?" she asked, eyeing her poor victim - the man of the hour was Julian, unfortunately for him.