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She wasn't sure why she felt a little unnerved by the boil's question, since he seemed somewhat concern about if she was hurt from the fall... Perhaps it was the way he was grinning when he greeted her. She had sort of expected him to be equally flustered at being landed on.

"S-sorry!" She stammered before shaking her head, "N-no, I feel fine, thank you..." Still blushing away, she quickly stood up, grabbing onto Mac's arm and using him to support herself in order to stop herself from falling again before slipping out of her boots, wriggling her toes as she frowned; that was odd... Those boots were fairly new! Ugh, now she'll have to deal with walking about barefooted. Or maybe she could break the heel off her other boot, even though they would probabaly be uncomfortable to walk around it.

Looking at the boil she had (earlier) landed on, she offer him a sheepish smile, "And y-you? Are you alright...?"

"O-oh! I'm Lizzy!" She nodded, gesturing at herself before dipping her head; ahhh! Where did her manners go? She fidgeted with the sleeves of her kimono before smiling weakly at the boil, still feeling rather embarrassed by her little 'trip', "It's nice to meet you, even if uh, our first meeting had to go like this..."

Her attention soon went to the ears atop his head, however, as she searched for something to distract herself with. Those soft and furry ears... They reminded her of Mitsu's ears! At least, the way they felt when she rubbed them.

... Must resist temptation to pat.

Levi grinned at Mot's greeting and nodded in return to Hel. Good ta meet'cha. Then the tall ghoul got a hug from her favorite little demoness. Like a doll she was; that Lizzy. On release, the demoness mentioned the flipping of tables which Levi had already attempted once before seeing the group. She just had to do it. Er-... if we weren't 'supposed ta... She rubbed at the back of her neck with a hand which would've tipped anyone off as meaning too late.

There were eyes on them... and Levi's ears perked at the thought of being watched; somehow this particular case of being watched was most unsettling. What came next made the tatzel snap over to see Lizzy wobble over and then fell on an unknown fuzzy-eared boil. They spoke for a moment before the boil turned to look at the group. Levi narrowed her eyes at Akubi when he looked to her and she tilted her head in curiousity. Those black fuzzy ears reminded her of her kin back home... but he couldn't be tatzel. Given her previous experience with questioning students about potentially being tatzel, the odds seemed against her.

Levi she offered in return for his introduction. Pleasure. Ya'll ain't from tha school, are ya? She was scanning over the boil, just short of actually circling him to check him over. Her long white tail swayed behind her when she noted her lacked the same thick tendril of a tail she had. He isn't a tatzel after all.

Neither Akubi or Hel had skullpins like the other students had... this meant there were more than just students at this festival, she guessed.

Realizing she still had a small bag of candy corn cookies in her hand, Levi decided to open the bag and offer the cookies she made out to the others. They were just meant to be a snack as she walked about the campus, but since she was here... it was only polite to offer them up. She held the open back out to the others with one hand and the sugary scent wafted out of the opening of the bag. Any 'a ya'll care fer a cookie? Homemade~ She picked one out herself to nibble at only to have it fall to the floor after it broke off at her fingertips. She frowned at the waste of a good cookie; how unfortunate. They weren't that dry, were they?! She could've sworn the recipe was correct.

Dangit all...

Mot saw Lizzy flail., and was about to move to catch her, but unfortunately she went down before he could manage. "Lizzy?" What had happened? Was she alright? Seemed that way, and the boil she fell on seemed in good spirits.

Well, all is well. No harm done!

Then a cookie crumbled and an apron button popped.

Mot raised an unseen brow, tilting his head toward Akubi. What a strange coincidence. Oh well, it was cookie time!
A sudden breeze picked up, knocking a rope end lose from a sign, and swinging at Mot's hat. The sudden impact cause his beloved Hat to go flying off his head, and directly into Mac's face.

Mot clung to where his hat should have been, only to be greeted with a head full of fluffy hair. What!? Where was the hat?

...

"Uuuh.." Mot muttered shyly, holding out his hand for the hat, his eyes darting from side to side, his head meekly lowering. "Little help?"
Pleasepleaseplease give it back...

It had already been four hours since Zen had started strolling through the Floresctival, and they were currently passing by an area heavily populated by tables. This One figured it was a good time to rest their... (for all currently observable intents and purposes) tireless skeleton legs- However, all these tables appeared to be flipped over.

There was a cute girl nearby pulling some of these tables together like puzzle pieces. Does that one intend to sit? Zen wondered, bemused. The monk decided it would make Zense to help restore one of these to an upright position and stopped playing their bamboo flute, sliding it into This One's cloth pouch at their hip.

Zen approached Gracie's nearest table, tilting their upper body in polite greeting and then placing their hands underneath as a sign to lift it. Even with the mask, it was obvious they were looking in the girl's direction expectantly. This One was not so sure they would be able to gracefully accomplish the task alone.

Gracie looked at Zen. She was a little startled at first, then worried, and finally relieved to be discovered by who seemed like might be a local student. She blushed a little and waved. "Hi.... oh... do they go together if we lift them up?" Without waiting for an answer, ran around to flip one back up to see if it worked or not.

She looked when she heard someone else approach. She was encouraged a great deal that these people were so open and willing to talk to her. She had been under the impression most people there were from the local academy. The one she wanted to get into. She then looked around some more to discover some people had dressed up for the festival. Well.. she felt like she sure wasn't fitting in. Maybe these guys wouldn't mind though? They had approached her already as it was.
"My name's Gracie... My parents insisted I come out to this festival. They said i'd like it since it has a lot of fish." she looked around feeling a little nervous as she started to push, flip and fit more tables together.

Zen could only smile back in spirit at the girl's cute behavior, and could not help but notice that she was the skeleton's zenior when it came to flipping large picnic tables. Gracie, as she called herself, was stronger than she looked! Seeing as there was no longer a need for This One's help, Zen's fingers uncurled from the bottom of the table and then straightened themselves up.

That is when a Cuinn's familiar figure approached. Zen did not mind being a shoulder to lean on, though admittedly they never expected to encounter the literal version of this expression; after being a monk for a certain time, one becomes unaccustomed to physical contact. Especially from someone who has attempted to chew on the little of what's left of your body. It was by enormous chance that the monk had escaped last time as Cuinn had senses that Zen did not. Rather than simply step aside and let the Cu Sith stumble, however, This One attempted a greeting bow from that awkward angle- and in failing, raised a skeletal arm to wiggle at him as Gracie had done, in a more typical 'hello.'

This One has seen the fish. This one will offer to show her, later, Zen thought.