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Lattice's expression was that of concern. At least as concerned as she could be as she listened to the woeful tale of 'Herryk's Worst Day Ever in the History of Halloween', "That does sound terrible," she said quietly toward her large friend.

Poor thing!

She was about to open her mouth and very innocently point out that Freya was right over there but then her Freya appeared and pretty much leapt at the boil causing Lattice to take a step or two back just in case. She didn't wish to hurt either of them, a small smile crept over her face as she watched the lovebirds but she said nothing more. Let Herryk tell Freya all about it and let Freya comfort him. That was for the best.

Well, she had asked what was wrong. Herryk listed off all of the things that had ruined his day, but as soon as he'd mentioned Mac, Freya was only half-listening. She finally remembered that awful text, and her pout was out in full force.

"I has.. two questions." Freya murmured quietly, resting her chin on his chest.

"One. Why does yeh keeps saying tits? And two, why did Mac says yehr sellings me?"

"Hey now both of you... Don't make me crack your heads together." She warned. She would to if they didn't stop all this yelling and flailing and crap. For the grim reaper, it was the easiest method to make people settle down and behave and if necessary, she would not hesitate to use it.

She gave Haze a look, before glancing down at the soul eater who was glaring directly at the swamp dragon and then turned his glare on the creature in her grasp.

"Yeeeaaaah....no... I don't think that's gonna' work." Kingsbane would sooner chew the spriggan up and spit him out than let him touch his horns or even come near him for that matter. Especially after calling him a dog.

After being dismounted, Lou stretched his arms slightly before folding them across his chest. This ghoul was weird. Not that it was a terrible thing, but he secretly wondered what her game was. The sooner he knew, the faster he could counter it. "Oh, you know. Just your neighborhood vampire with no family, no friends, no memory of where he came from... And ravishing good looks." Immediately his eyebrows waggled at her. Some ghouls dug the fact that he was a 'loner'. Figured they could fix him. Haha, the look on their faces when they finally realized... Ah, but that was beside the point right now.

"I'm a loner, baby. Never in the same place for long. Ready to make the world my oyster and show you one hell of a time as soon as you name the place." Reaching into his vest pocket, the boil shoved a pair of sharp-looking (stolen) sunglasses onto his face in an attempt to make the scene more dramatic. "I don't even care if you fall asleep in the process. Not that you would. I've got enough adrenaline for the both of us." Pulling down the shades briefly, he leaned in and gave a wink. It was, apparently, his thing. "They call me Lou. What about you, melon tits?" What an affectionate nickname.

"Herryk does not know why anyone would take this name, Tits," he grunted, speaking with venom. His hackles were rising again, and he squeezed Freya. It wasn't enough to cause bodily harm, but perhaps a little discomfort.

"Tits said something about ... Herryk cannot remember exactly. It was very, very horrible, and it was about Freya, so Herryk..." he cleared his throat.

"Herryk was going to kill Tits," Herryk explained earnestly, "and that was when Mac sent this text that said that Herryk was going to sell Freya." He buried his face in her neck, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear.

"Herryk would never sell his beloved. Herryk gets furious just thinking about it."

Little Vero was very, very confused as he eavesdropped on the conversation between Herryk and the ghouls. Tits? "Tits. Slang term for a ghoul's breast, specifically the n****e," the ghost defined, as per his way of understanding. If this was truly someone's nicknamed, he wondered at the size of them. "We also notice," - and now the vespian turned to look up at Lattice - "that you lack visible eyes. How will you help clean his cape?"

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No the boil had not heard any of the ghouls gossip. He'd been to busy searching through the back of the store for something he seemed to need.

It had taken the canine a while but he'd finally found something nice and dusty he seemed to approve of. A treasure buried under heaps and heaps of junk. Well, what he considered junk. He went ahead to the pimply faced store clerk and asked for him to hold it which got an eye roll from the pimpled faced clerk. Seemed he was annoyed to have Neil bothering him when he was watching some cute ghouls.

Neil fought back the urge to be snappy and instead wandered over back to the three ghouls. The ghouls would more then likely see the tall and lengthy boils shadow before actually seeing Neil. It was no secret that Neil was looking over their shoulders at what they were looking at.

"What are you... Ewwwww... Johnny Danger?" The canine grimaced a little. Such main stream tastes. Johnny, the singer him self, Neil had nothing against. It was the music. Everyone knew those songs just about that knew anything about music. What was the appeal of that?

False had taken to a new course of action, standing very still upright, hands hidden behind his back as everyone spoke. He turned to the ghost offering a short nod. "Later. When someone isn't likely to throttle me over his favorite cape."

He made no move to run, and only shot Lattice a brief glance that said something along the lines of 'thank you Jack for sending her to save me'. He even continued to stand as Herryk and Freya united.

He was still as a statue, a very polite statue at that moment.

"Lattice er ah... I'm sorry about having to send Sharpie away... I just don't need him upsetting," he nodded to Herryk, "Your friend anymore." Glancing down at TG he offered a shrug, "Sorry about the stampede for you as well demon."