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She didnt know why she shuggested this idea in the first place. She didnt want anyone seeing any part of her boil friends body yet here they are. She had to admit, there were some nice ABs here...Which gave her a great and terrible idea! She could try too right? It wasnt like she had on anything pretty, just a plain pink sports bra. The small plant ghoul took one look at the ABomableswoleman and took off both of the shirts she was wearing, feeling a boost of confidence from simply looking at him.

"H-Ha!!!!"

Nevermind the fact that she was shivering like crazy.

The swoleman seems slightly moved, was that a nod of approval from a legend? Have your dreams finally come true? Can a strange multi-abed swoleman even nod?

Wait what?

Amy poked at her stomach then, frowning. Did she pass? Really?! Her flabby stomach passed?! Huzzah! Amy turned to Sid then, grinning while her body shook. Perhaps her belly wasnt that flabby afterall? The boost to her confidence was awesome and something she really needed after that obstacle course fiasco that she went through earlier.

Yayoi

Amy says: Jelly my dear? ;3

In order to display her abs, Harmony had to flip her entire dress up over her head. It was awkward and vaguely undignified. But she had to represent the demons. (Even if she was in the monster dorm, ugh.) Harmony had sauntered over with a lazy arrogance she had spent perfecting in the confines of her room. It was how she walked whenever she wasn't feeling horrendously lazy.

She paused and sniffed the air. The sounds around her told her exactly what the booth was about, even if her eyes weren't good enough to read any text whatsoever. So she flipped her dress up, displaying both her boxer-briefs (red, if anyone was curious), and her lightly toned stomach.

"Was that adequate?" Harmony could, of course, not tell if the booth-running was impressed or not.


See, she had school spirit. Or whatever.

On his way to the Pingu booth, Merope figured he should build his snowman a companion. He wasn't expecting someone else to have beaten him to it, though.

The undead boil stared as people stripped to out-ab each other and the... swoleman? Swoleman. Swoleab.

Merope marched over to Malik and leaned forward, giving him his most Umimpressed Look.

Magda fell silent when Malik began to unravel the tangled mess they'd all made of things. She furrowed her brows, and looked from one boil, to the next, and so on, until her eyes fell on Malik again.

Without a word, she picked her shirt up off of the floor and slid it back over her head. She flattened it out carefully, and plucked at the sleeves, until she was satisfied. Then she looked at Malik a final time, and her brows continued to furrow deeper with confusion and regret.

"You were trying to impress me?" She piped out, in a voice far too small and meek for someone of her stature. "But I was trying to impress you. How did we get so mixed up, so easily?"

It troubled her to realize that they would misinterpret one another in such ways, without a moment's hesitation. It was almost as if they were fighting each others attempts to impress the other.. until the culmination of it all was a growling battle with twin boils and a whole lot of shirtlessness.

She reached up, and tugged on a long tendril of her hair in embarrassment. "Um, Malik." She muttered, trying to be quiet enough to keep her voice between the two of them, and refusing to look him in the eyes. "You really shouldn't be trying to impress me. You're already my favorite. That's a little unfair to the rest of the world, don't you think?"

"W-well....I uh....only want to impress you," he whispered the last part, his face turning a bright red as he glanced away from her. He'd done this entire booth to try and defeat swoleman to impress her and earn her favor. He really wasn't too concerned about impressing anyone else. But hearing he was her favorite did make him smile. He was at least a little reassured. Then Merope made strange hand gestures at him.

"M-magpie, did you maybe want to see why he is doing that? I....can make a snowman for you or something maybe potentially. Unless you wouldn't like it," he stuttered out.

Brute still had no idea that there even was a "fighting is bad" mentality with a lot of the other students. When he did figure it out, he was likely not going to be very impressed. When his brother leaned against him, he leaned back for only a moment before shoving him quite bodily and snickering, or at least, it sounded like a snicker. It was actually more like a strange clicking noise from the back of his throat.

A bunch of talking occurred then, and he attempted to follow the conversation for all of five seconds before his attention wavered. Magda's attempts to speak to him in a language he understood earned her huffing sigh and a roll of his eyes. He understood her just fine! Better nowt hat she was speaking and not giving him mixed messages with her bodily displays and roars. And she was most definitely not Brute. He was the only Brute. The best Brute.

The best.

Wait what? Friends? His attention came back into sharp focus, and Brute made a non-committal sound before huffing out a snort and stomping one foot, his tail lashing again. Whether or not they could be "friends" would have to remain to be seen.

The next few moments were spent shoving his brother a few more times and snapping at him before he realized that the other two were wandering away. With a low grumbling growl he bent down to grab his helm and shoved it back on his head. Then, he gathered up his shirts and held them close to his chest, gave his brother another shove, and tilted his head at the other two as if to say "I'm going that way."

And then he stalked after them, like the apex predator he was.

Give me that swoleman!
Minis SN: SwordOfTheDarkOnes