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Nim laughed even harder. No, he squealed in delight. Before now he hadn't even known he was ticklish.
He wrapped his arms around his midsection and squeezed his eyes shut. At this point tears were rolling down his cheeks. Nim couldn't help it.
Between his sobs of laughter he tried to talk to Calder. "Please please please stop. I'll do anything you want. Just pleeeease."

Willow giggled at Joachim. "It's really a napping booth." She said after a observing for a little while looking over to Calder and Nim. She seemed interested in the mention of doing hair. Giving a soft grin, "Actually it might be nice to have my hair braided." She seemed to ponder this idea as her tail flickered.

"And you're very much Awake." She added with a nod. Her tail flickered as she looked around, "Um excuse me?" She directed towards the one that seemed to be in charge, Calder. "Can we just... sit anywhere? My friend has had a bit of a rough open house." She gestured to Joachim.

Calder was writing up a sloppy, fake contract on a piece of paper when the other two approached. Smiling, he turned up to look at Willow and Joachim. "Oh, yeah. You can plop anywhere. I put up plenty of chairs or you can float in the water. Even better if you sit with all of us." Oh, he had so many people to talk to and not enough mouths and hands to help with doing hair, shaking hands, or just talking! He hoped he could give everyone some attention, but he was rather giddy with his own project. "I'm Calder. President of Swim Squad and helper for N.A.P. Welcome."

He then focused back on Nim. "Okay. Demons set up a deal with a hand shake and something spoken." He reached out and shook Nim's marked hand. "You said if I stopped tickling, you'd do anything. So now we have a contract, and that means you get a demon mark. That's mine. Well, it would be if I was a demon. That's a monster mark. Much better." And completely worth nothing and had no power at all. "Now Nim." Calder tried to make a deep, spooky voice. "For your deal, you must help me with a great task." To this he took a moment for dramatic effect, then clasped his hands together. "Help me braid hair. I can only do one person at a time. Pweeeaasssseee."

Nim was beginning to get scared until Calder mentioned braiding hair, "Of course I'll help you. It'll be fun~"
He scoots over and starts braiding Joachim's hair. The little mouse Merel seemed to be upset and constantly got in Nim's way. Not bothered in the least, he just worked around the grumpy mouse.
"I could do this everyday. I hope I get accepted soon. This place is amazing~"

Calder wrote on the paper writing a bit, fat, CONTRACT on the top and writing in loopy handwriting. Nim will braid in exchange for Calder not tickling his ears. Done, he signed it and showed Nim. "This is our contract. See. Once you're done braiding, the mark will be gone and you shall be freed." Of course the were-rabbit was already free, but this was the fun of make believe and an over-active imagination.

Calder turned to watch the boil Joachim flop down next to them. "We do this every day after Fitness club lets out to let their members come over and rest. Barth, the president, really believes in getting a good nap in. He does it all the time. Laziest demon I have ever seen." He watched as Nim went over to start braiding. "I don't mind mice at all."

"Hello, Willow. This is a good place to learn. I learned a lot of things here. Best school ever. Well, aside from the teachers. Well, most of them." Alabaster was still good. Better than good.

"Okay, does anyone need their hair done. I can braid and don pony tails."

Joachim almost didn't notice the small white boil sitting down next to him and braiding his hair until Merel started dig her nails into his scalp. Annoying little thing she could be when things unsettled her such as someone else touching her zone.

Digging his face from out of the cushions for another breath of hair he looked at the boil, "thank you and sorry about her, she's bossy just don't let her get to you." He murmured before picking up the small black mouse and setting her on the cushion next to him. She stood on her hind legs and made a bit of a wallowing noise before sitting back down realizing that Joachim didn't care what she did.

"Oh good then my mice have nothing to fear. Whoever Barth is he is my hero and I can't help but agree with him on the whole nap part. I can't say that I'm overly lazy..... but I just never sleep at night naps are pretty much as good as it gets for me in the land of rest." Joachim replied looking at Calder if and whenever he got into the school he was making sure that this particular club was on the top of his list to join. Joachim attempted to prop himself up on the cushions on his elbows and to disturb as little as he could of the boil braiding his hair.

Looking at Willow his frown deepened, "I don't think the Fitness club is for me considering it seems things would rather eat me then join in the games."

Calder got up a moment to come back with some combs for Nim to use and some ribbons and hair ties for braiding off of Yaya's table. Plopping back on his now designated cushion, he flicked his tail back and then sat behind Willow, rolling up his sleeves to get set to braid. Humming, he started to comb her hair gently before segmenting a few locks and braiding. The very mention of Fitness class made him stick out his tongue.

"Fitness club is okay I guess." He said, not very much for talking about the club. "But the purple, noodle-head ghoul that runs it is a real pain. You shouldn't join. You'll just be miserable the entire time or wind up as one of her brainless lackies." Not that Christof was brainless, but he was an Igor and that was sort of his nature. "N.A.P. is much better. We did a paintball batch against them and even with the best equipment, we still creamed them." Not that he had really helped with that aside from helping them find the flags and carrying their club president about. "NAP is better. We don't get on your case and we're just amazing. Everyone is nice there." Well, when Chrsitof wasn't going crazy and shooting people.

Calder paused in his braiding to gasp outright. "Of course there is a swim team! Why do you think there is a pool beside us?" He gestured to the pool and the small kiddy pool beside it, both vacant for the time being aside from a massive amount of floaties. "I'm the swim team captain. That's what A.S.S. stands for. Amityville Swim Squad!" Of course Willow could have not been there when he gave out all the information and the sign wasn't really that clear.

"And it's a great club so everyone should join...that can swim. Everyone should learn how to swim though. That's just crazy." To which he resumed braiding, tying off one braid and working no another with remarkable speed. It seemed he was well practiced.