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"Did i just hear my name?" Call it a lucky chance she happened to be within listening distance of the duo. Looking over at Red, whom had called her name first... she wondered what had the little wolf pup so unraveled. Then she saw who was next to her.

"Oh."

Approaching closer, she felt the snake whom was still around her shoulders leave. It felt odd not having the weight there, but she noticed Carafe tended to leave when s**t was getting real.

"Good bye, little serpent." She crooned, waving as the snake familiar decided it was time to return back to his reaper. While Pyre would not have minded him staying with her, she DID understand the need to return to his other half.

"Now... What exactly is the problem?" She was close to Red and Dis now, looking at them both with a quirked eyebrow. "Geeze pup, calm down or you'll start to fire lazers from those glares."

May chuckled at Tarot getting all chuckled. The twins' love for each other was practically infamous in Amityville. If you knew one, you knew the other. "Settle doooown Tarot!"

She laughed something obnoxious and followed Tarot and Kani over to Malther's booth, where he was busy serving up something that looked utterly nature-ific, and May was glad. After all, she was vegetarian, and loved herbal remedies!

May parked herself next to Tex, but wasn't quite ready to sit down just yet. "Hey there Malther~" she said smiling generously at the boil, "Ooh! I almost forgot! Here Malther, for you!" She pulled a single red friendship bracelet off her wrist and held it out to the dragon.

What said friendship better than string woven together?

It seemed as though poor Matt had fallen asleep yet again, and May shouted, "OIIIII~ MATT IT'S TIME TA GET UP!" She giggled again and then settled by Tex's side, grinning up at him. She gestured that he come closer so she could whisper to him (AND ONLY HIM GUYS). "Hey uh Tex? Can I talk to ya after the festival?" Meanwhile she was busy stealing his cup and drinking from it herself.

[[tyshina -- roll one]]

Dis was smirking as he won, purring as he lost, and when she offered the silver seeds at him, he pushed it back at her. "My darling Red, The reward for this match was the feeling of you hand in mine. And speaking of which-" Reaching out, he pulled her hand back to kiss her knuckles laughing as he pulled back.

His hand moving to Pyre's shoulder he purred. "Red is just fussy as I beat her, She also offered to have a three was with you and I. Personally, I'm all for it."

[[tyshina -- roll three]]

Tarot's gentle question received nothing but a small murmur through sleep from the Sloth. If he'd had it his way, that would have been the end of trying to wake him.

May's enthusiastic yell, however, startled the poor boil awake rather quickly. "AH--....ugh.. Maaaaay..." Matt groaned, rubbing his tired eyes. That wasn't very nice. Not at all. What if he'd been having a super nice dream? "What's your deal..."

With a disgruntled groan, he shuffled closer to Tarot, who he dubbed The Nice One, and hid behind her suddenly resting his forehead on her shoulder. New pillow, get.

He didn't quite wince, but Cain most certainly looked a little sympathetic as Callie punched the were-penguin, this time ignoring how loud her voice was. The demon bowed his head politely a little as the paper golem took it, reaching over with his other hand to rest his fingers on hers for a second in a surprisingly personable manner. Perhaps it was an apology for his 'screamer' comments from before, her feisty attitude in dealing with both Rowly's teases and his own callousness granting her his respect, but if it was, he did not vocalize it. Whatever the reason, genuine respect or just to mess with Bella, he must have at least thought her to be attractive -- if he hadn't, he was definitely vain enough and proud enough not to offer. If that had been the objective, he seemed to have succeeded -- the scream from her direction coaxed his eyes away from Callie long enough to take note of her smile, his eyebrows lifting a little before turning his attention back to the ghoul on his arm. He also, however, was conscious enough to not let the hand linger, not wanting to invoke her wrath when he had somehow managed the pleasure of escorting her, instead turning to the ghost beside her with an attentive look.

"May I have the pleasure of escorting you as well, Miss Sophie?" He asked in the same smooth, courteous tone, not quite smiling as he extended his other arm.