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Ryou picked up a grey teddy bear and started dressing it up. First he put some nifty ears and a tail on it. (Extra ears, mind you. For extra good hearing.) And he went on to give it a heavy winter coat and pink sparkly high heels. He held it up proudly, but nope. Nope. Nope. No nod of approval.

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So, this booth was about giving a teddy bear some fashion advice.. "Hmm," this struck him as another interesting booth, it may occur to Dan at some point that despite the composure he carries himself with, the range of what catches his interest has demonstrated a wider spectrum. With a scarf over a formal jacket and donning a festive Christmas hat, the teddy bear Dan advised appeared confused about the season ready for, but also better prepared than not perhaps.

He decided to make one for Brenley too, because bromance demanded it.

Again he chose a blue bear, as he figured that was Brenley's favorite color with how much blue he wore. He gave it cool tough sunglasses because YEAHHHHH and a tiger shirt (so that it matched Miss Piper's) and RAD METAL PLATED BOOTS because HELL YEAHHHHHHHHH.

He then presented it to Harrow, seeking approval.

The next booth he wandered too seemed to hold bears which were actually kind of cute. Poking around in the bin he picked up a muted orange bear, fluffing it's ears a bit, before poking through the bins of various trinkets and clothes.

The first thing that caught his eye was a deep green scarf. It had the same pattern as his (and wasn't as nice of a color) but it worked without clashing with the bear too much.

The second thing he plucked out was a slightly tacky red and white coat. IT was probably from that other holiday, cristysomething. It went with the scarf so on it went.

Finally he pulled out a pair of black boots and stuffed the bears feet into them.

"There. Nice little cristymiss, or whatever, bear." He grinned, holding it up for inspection.

On the way to set up his own booth, Brenley paused at the veritable army of bears set up at another, his brows faintly furrowing. How... horrifying. And yet he was still drawn to them. He had the strangest urge to make one for... Lock, of all people, and lacking a good reason not to, the boil stepped forward and got to work.

He chose a black bear with odd white stripes on its arms and legs, quickly stuffing a tiny Sandy Claws hat on its fluffy head. Why? He had no idea.

Next came a sleeveless leather shirt with plenty of extraneous belts, then a pair of shiny, red pumps. As he slid them on the bear's feet, his crafting compulsion left him as suddenly as it had arrived, and the boil hurried away again, his garish bear stuffed unceremoniously in with the rest of his booth supplies.

Deszeld had never been fond of things like fun and games. Time could be much better spent doing things like tending her plants or tending her plants, or even tending her plants. She had merely been wandering through the circus (hoping, briefly, that perhaps there would be plant-like prizes) when a certain planty someone caught her attention.

Deszeld didn't really comprehend things like personal space. She never really had. And so it might become glaringly obvious to the stranger that a rather tall dragon ghoul was ... well, she was looming, really. Looming, and also leaning in to prod and poke the various flowers and blossoms that grew throughout the walking plant's hair.

Deszeld leaned in abruptly.

"I like you."

And, because Deszeld liked the ghoul, she grabbed a bear. It was green, just like the other's. Deszeld immediately began sussing it up in fancy things: a bit of holly, a green tuxedo jacket, and a pair of high-heeled green boots with bits of lace tucked here and there.

"Mine is better," she added, just in case the ghoul was wondering. "More green."

Cherry smirked as she took the strangely dressed teddy bear away..

Hollandaise stiffened; she had felt someone touching her, a sort of shadowy presence, but had elected to ignore it in lieu of focusing on her bear. She turned, flicking her hair away from those wandering hands. If she accidentally plucked a flower, a leaf... it would hurt. Hollandaise did not like pain. She made a low, whistling noise and looked up. Now, Hollandaise was short for a warder, but she was not comically short (she hoped one day to aspire to the heights of the elders). Still, she had to crane her neck to look up at the rather tall, rather green girl who now leaned over her.

"I would rather not be touched, even if you do like me," she creaked out. How could anyone simply judge her character with one glance? Hollandaise, at least, kept her judgements to physicality until some fool opened their mouth. She thought there were a great many fools. Her yellow-green eyes quickly scanned the girl. Tall, good. Imposing, lovely. It was not hard to judge her as beautiful - as least as far as presence and looks went. "Tall...." The word whispered reverently out of her mouth before she glanced at Des's work. The bear she made was not pretty. A faintly mocking smile crossed her face.

"It is... greener, although not as cohesive as it could be. I think it might be better than his." Her slender finger pointed towards the mangled remains of Hanratty's bear. It was so awful it hurt to look at.