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"It is alright, I had someone cheering for me." Needle smiled lightly, feeling a little bad that she didn't know who the boil was, or where he went...maybe one day she would hear his voice again, and she would thank him for encouraging her. "I imagine it was less than graceful, it was probably for the best." She chuckled low, hoping that dimming down everything she did would help her keep her food down.

"Aiya, no, I do not...this is the most I have eaten in my entire life, I an certain of it!" The ghoul breathed out, still in awe of having eaten so much. "It certainly did not! ...But I do not think this is mine..." Her nose wrinkled, poking lightly at one of the vomit-created voids in the ink of her hakama. "One of the contestants errupted." Proven by the splattered vomit that was over everything, it seemed. As disgusting as it was she found herself chuckling, her hand brushing on a clean part of her hakama before coming up to press against her mouth.

When Petro took hold of her wrist, Needle's pale cheeks flushed a healthy pink. "A-ah, I do not think it is a good idea..." She trailed off, suddenly very embarrassed over it all, especially the knowledge that there was food stuck to her needles. That was...oh jack that was nearly mortifying!

Needle's flush was definitely about the physical contact, but it really boiled down to her embarrassment over Petro's need to clean her needles for her, not due to some unknown emotion. Probably. The impaled food shouldn't have happened in the first place! "It went everywhere!" She assured him as though he couldn't see it for himself, managing another smile even if it did make her stomach churn loudly. "I am sorry you missed that, too." Selfishly of course, since he tended to shield if he could...though she was sad he missed something so fascinating!

"Understood." She murmured when he took her other hand, rotating her now free shoulder to celebrate the lack of weights on her needles. Ohhhh that felt so much better! That flush remained on her cheeks, but she could feel it and focused instead on trying to get rid of it. It wasn't working. "Were you attempting Terror Warrior?" She questioned as a distraction; she had come to watch Lattice, but she didn't recall seeing Petro up until he found her.

"I am very confident in you, you will succeed!" She insisted with a smile, patting his side as he cleaned her needles. As his progress continued she could feel the motions slow, which told her he was near done if not already finished. "Keep at it!" Petro had his own personal, mostly-blind cheerleader whose stomach was too close to spewing to do more than verbals hurrahs.

The ghoul noticed that he had yet to release her hand, and she took it as an invitation to finally stand. The mortification over being looked after for a second time was subsiding, and her skin was losing the reddish tint as she got to her feet. "If you would be so kind as to direct me to the nearest water source?" She needed a shower or a bath, but she was too far away from the ghost dorms for her liking. The stench of vomit had to be removed shortly, or else bad things would happen.

She was sure she heard splashing before...

Needle looked up at the sound of a second voice, turning her head in the ghoul's general direction. My, this ghoul had an odd way of speaking! It was fascinating, she wanted to hear more of it...later. Right now, the task at hand was getting clean, and she clearly had a method for her to try. Without moving her head she tried to look down at whatever it was that was being held...and it just wasn't happening.

Was she going to trust this complete stranger to help her get clean?

Yes. Yes she was.

"I---" She paused with a start, head snapping in the direction of the agonizing shriek. Oooh how she did want to go see! That sound...there was probably blood. Perhaps a death! She could get materials for her ink if that was the case! Sadly it would be rude to leave, and with a disappointed sigh she returned to the very friendly stranger, offering a smile.

"I would appreciate your assistance, if you would be so kind?"

Shehk's ears immediately perked up at the sound of the Red Dragon.

"What the Ja-" she paused, biting her lip, taking a deep breath. Something had to have happened and she took a deep breath. That had been...loud. Very loud. s**t. Maybe their Terror Warrior was more dangerous than it should have been. Maybe it was actually surprising she'd done as good as she had to begin with. Just..
...

Jack.

She hoped he was OK! Either way, the pricolici looked at the stand, bit her lower lip, then looked across the way, seeming torn as to what she should have been doing.

The spray of water promptly sent all of Petro's ideas on how he could help clean up Needle down the drain. Water streamed down the grooves of his toned muscle and soaked his loincloth, causing the now-wet fabric to cling to him even tighter. Brown eyes blinked in surprise at the ghoul who had been wrestling with Hel just moments ago.

"Wasn't in need'v a bath," he said, square-root brows furrowing slightly as he slicked strands of his soaked black hair away from his face. "But, uh, if y' thought I needed one, thank y', then."

At the introductions, Petro only shook off the excess water off his arm before reaching to shake Freya's hand. "Pleasure to meet y', 'm Petro. This 's Needle and she won third place in the eating competition!" He beamed, as if the winged ghoul wasn't aware of that fact.

Petro was not the sort of boil to read into things. And with little thought about the pat on the chest from Freya, the tikbalang went about to focusing his attention back to Needle. "Y' alright there? I got the hose if y' need to wash any other parts of y'."

Having been over at the Terror Warrior obstacle course, Bea was dead tired and making her way back to the concession stand to rest. She had been day dreaming and seemingly missed everything that was happening around her, especially the eating contest.

Then suddenly, she heard someone yell out her name. Bea turned to see, and there was Raziel calling out to her. "Ah, Raz! You know... I kind of spaced out... So, to be honest, I'm not quite sure. I think it's a concession stand for the Terror Warrior event. I just came back from it actually..." Her shoes were all scuffed up, and her dress was dirtied up at the bottom.

The obstacle course really made her beat, so she flopped herself down into one of the chairs at the table. "The booth looks really nice though right? OH! I forgot I was going to get something to eat. Everything looks so delicious here. Care to join me?"