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Christof, eyes narrowed as well, then made a series of gestures with his hands that translated in Halloween-Standard-Sign into a series of very rude and possibly derogatory words.

Christof's stitched lips twisted into an enraged scowl, his fists trembling.

He debated his options for a moment.

Option 1: He land a monstrous left hook to the succubus's face, and possibly upset Barth as well as the booth in general.

Option 2: He ignore Zar's taunting and be the bigger man.

Option 3: ....

He took option three, shifting back a step, his carefully bottled outrage showing clearly on his face as he suddenly kicked the previously anally arranged pile of smaller pillows nearby into a heap between them.

Zar let out another outraged hiss at this deliberate violation of his effort. He'd slowly and meticulously tried to rebuild the collapsed pillars of self control on the inside tall and steady on the outside. And now he had to contend with a big pillock just kicking them all over.

Zar was not the bigger man in this situation, he was a narrow irritable man with a barely restrained monster in his head wanting out almost immediately.

"Do that again and I will not be held responsible for what happens next." he said icily.

Deszeld tripped over a pillow and almost barely managed to dodge another that came flying at her face. It was, perhaps, not the best place to take a nap, but she wasn't about to leave Hollandaise behind. Hollandaise, who had managed to curl up on the floor before a mountain of pillows went flying everywhere.

With a low grumble, the green arranged herself comfortably; wings tucked up onto her back, and her tail gliding around both herself and the Warder.

"I am going to get angry if I am hit in the face with a pillow again, Hollandaise," Des growled under her breath, a chloric hiss rumbling up from the depths of her chest.

Meixiang wasn't entirely sure what was going on at this place. There was a bit of a commotion going on. In a place for naps. Maybe she'd stop by later once things had settled down and take a rest.

"Barth, Calder, hello! It's been a while." Siddie had taken the carnival as an excuse to dress up a little. "You're looking very nice." Only an observer who knew her well would be able to tell that her look lingered a little longer on the sloth demon than usual. She was not, generally, into boils, but Barth did look very good today, and she reflected thoughtfully that if she'd not met her Sammy, that she'd have been just fine with the arrangement their parents had set up. However -- and her gaze drifted past Barth and Calder to the boils currently having what looked like a pillow fight -- perhaps it was for the best, after all. Barth seemed to attract chaos without even trying.

She pulled a ticket from the roll. It ripped in her hand, and she pouted theatrically.

Zar gave up trying to hold himself in controlled humanoid shape, shifting into his natural form, bristling and ready to fight for the sake of organisation everywhere.

He let out another hiss, this time with real volume to it, flicking his tongue.

"Do it." he exhaled. "Do it."

"It is only a pillow, Des," she said softly. She put out one hand and began to stroke Des's long tail. The dragon was warm, warmer than the pillows, and Hollandaise found herself trying to scoot even closer to the other ghoul. Somehow, she found it easy to ignore the hubbub around them, preferring instead to turnon her other side and face Deszeld. She felt sleepy, fuzzy, ready for a nap. "Besides, you'll protect me, right?"

She heard arguing and felt her muscles tense. If there was a fight, Hollandaise might just lose her own temper. This was a napping area! She hissed lightly and tucked her head into Des's chest. If she didn't see it, it wasn't happening, right? She plainly ignored the thump that was a pillow hitting her shoulder.