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"I can do this!" Were the words of encouragement Circe was telling herself as she walked through the doors of the maul. She was going on this little adventure solo, something that had her feeling a little less than comfortable as she figured most ghouls and boils like her only went to the maul if they had a posse. As she made her way into the center of the rotunda she couldn't help but let her jaw drop just a little at the vast amounts of shops that could be held within this one building. "This is amazing!" She shrieked with a large grin. For her first time being in the maul she was impressed. Maybe a bit to impressed, but that wasn't so wrong. . . Right?

Like a kid in a candy store she made her way through every shop "oohing" and "ahhing" at all the little trinkets and other items that were being sold. When she made it to the food corpse she was once again surprised at how much variety there was in the food choices. Circe made her way over to the shop that was selling donuts and of course bought a whole box of donuts to eat all by herself. With her box in her arms she happily skipped over to one of the tables and sat down. As she began to eat one of her donuts blissfully her eyes scanned the area for anyone that looked familiar.

"I never said I wasn't gonna eat," he grumbled, irritated by the feather boil comment. So she liked that pretty -OLDER- jacker, too, huh? Well it don't matter. "Probly 'as three ghoulfriends already, you see that pin on'em?" he complained. "He's a school boil."

But that didn't matter, he told himself as he got into the line at the pizza place. "You can go shopping if you don't wanna eat," he told her.

So much laughing. Freya literally slid right out of Herryk's arms like a snake, so full of laughter was she. She flopped back, one hand covering her face as she tried to compose herself.

"Just.. just maybe no more.. saying.. tits-"

And it started all over again. She was done. Wrap her up and send her off, Freya has lost it for the evening.

Well, wasn't that lovely? He'd managed to sink his fangs in a bag of money this time. Days like this it was good to be a soulless b*****d.

With a skip in his step, the vampire followed his cash cow to the register, where he promptly shed the layers of lingerie like a snake would skin. And would you look at that? As soon as they were bagged, Lou swept them into his cold, dead hands. She didn't even have to ask. Nor did she have to request he crouch down so that she may hop on. "Your undead chariot awaits." And they say chivalry is- "Melon tits." ... Dead.

Haze thought of what would happen if the Reaper did smack their heads together--and no..he didn't want that to happen. even if the boil was pretty small--who's to say he didn't have a hard head? "Uh..no."

Frowning at Fell's response, Haze folded his arms in defiance. "Well--he's not touching mine! End of story!" Practically sticking his nose up in the air, he pressed his lips into a thin line before returning his gaze to the two. It took a few minutes to realize, that the small boil was slowly losing consciousness.

When he finally appeared to stop breathing, the dragon pointed and stared. "I think you killed him."

Ri-ri ran, mouth still covered, but didn't get far. It was actually amazing that she could run at all in those heels. She found a wall and threw herself against it, leaning her back against the wall and trying to get her fire under control. A kiyohime's rage was what fueled their fire, and rage towards men was their forte.

She was admonishing herself mentally for letting herself get so worked up but there were a lot of new things she was learning since she'd moved away from her mummies. Ri-ri furiously wiped her tears, which thankfully there had only been a few, and clamped her mouth shut. She was taking deep breaths to steady herself and the red in her eyes had subsided, leaving only her usual dark brown orbs.

"Sorry.." She saw that Anna had followed her but didn't see that Siobhan fell. Ri-ri hugged her arms across her chest. She still seemed to be fuming slightky. "Boils are just awful sometimes."

She hadn't been prepared.

Then again she would never have been prepared. She had not known such kisses existed. Something about it was invasive and strange a foreign and forked tongue invading her mouth and taking advantage for what seemed like a long time for her.

Lattice was too surprised to pull away right then and when he finally did let go she jerked up and away and her mask fell off to the grounds causing her head to dip down a bit and her hair curtained forward to hide her face. Oh no. Oh no oh no.

She heard TG's voice, "I..I see. I did not...know there was an such an exchange." in between the imperfect curtain of hair there was a visible faint tinge of red on her cheeks, "C...Can you give me my mask back, please?"

What should she do? What could she do? The idea of slapping TG didn't even cross her mind.