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Enzo rolled, still snarling with rage as he scrambled to try to better the slight ghoul that unfortunately had become the target of his rage. Everything frustrated him just then, enraged him. He knew very few people, he was in a strange new environment, the damn ROACHES kept ITCHING under his clothes and this girl was too busy trying to kick and punch and scratch to even woo properly.

Alright, so maybe his tactics weren't the best just then but dammit he was ANGRY.

The Boss finally had finished licking up the cake that had fallen on the floor, rumbling a low beat of notes as he rolled his way over to his master but there was little he could do.

Maybe if they'd locked the minipet pens up a little better, Cam wouldn't keep escaping. Or, maybe there was no lock in the world that could keep it at bay. All that mattered was that the little Cthulhu was out and about, looking for legs to hump and people to eat. The tentacles that ringed around it's mouth lifted up in the air, sniffing for something familiar - but there was so much crazy going on, that all it could smell was sweat and fear and hate and - Cam was disgusted by the big pets. All of them. Disgusting. Not worth eating. And that was saying something.

It toddled up to a leg that looked like it wasn't moving very much, and sniffed appreciatively. Wait a minute, it recognized this leg! So.. so familiar.. what was that scent.. had it eaten from this flesh before?

It smelled like the sea. So delicious. heart

Suddenly hands were touching the Cthulhu and an angry hissing sound emitted from underneath it's tentacles as it writhed and wriggled in disgust for being touched - no, being picked up, by a lesser being. Every extension of it's body was trying to wriggle up against Merope in an attempt to rend and tear and defile, but all it managed to do was slither around his arms and suck on his hand a little, as it had no claws or teeth anymore. Purple pet was a cruel pet indeed.

Finally, when it reached high enough to see Merope's face, it stopped wiggling long enough to recognize the boil that had picked it up, and let out a low, keening sound as the hissing stopped. It knew it recognized that seasalt smell coming from the flesh of this one! This was the one who played that game with it a long time ago, and it had given him that present of the book it's pet held so dear underneath her pillow. It liked this one, after all! Cam stopped trying to eat and/or destroy Merope, and wiggled it's butt affectionately before slobber began to drip from it's tentacles.

That means it likes you, Merope. heart

"Complicationsss," Barth said. "Why are there elephants here? Nothing makesss sense, I hate it, and it's so hot."

He looked over at Riley, making a pile in his mattress with Christof's parts, and the anger and frustration broiled up.

"Don't bother, we can't sssave it. It'sss....Jack, I can't even...ssss- talk. I'm going to rip sssomebody apart and ssstitchess won't sssolve- Candlejack."

Cam was not thirsty. Cam was hungry. Hungry for flesh. But it could not explain these desires to the big creature that was carting it around like a personal slave, so instead it just made several bubbling sounds under it's tentacles and tried to climb around in Merope's arms until it was upside down, so that it could watch the world from a new vantage point.

It almost missed the ground, because there were so many delicious legs waiting to be defiled. So many shoes waiting to be slobbered on. So many skirts waiting to be looked up.

Still, being carried around like a king was acceptable, as well. And it would not say no to a drink, if it was offered one.

Once Cam made himself comfortable, Merope chattered aimlessly at him while moving towards the refreshment table. "Do you remember how those poems went? Not all of them were poems, but I remember they were all the sort of thing that you couldn't look away from. I think I remember a bi- wait. Waaait," Merope stopped, his single eye squeezing shut as he concentrated.

"Mmmnope," he sighed, disappointed in himself. "It's weird. I can remember you showing that book to me and reading it, but I can't remember the words themselves. The general idea, yeah, but anything specific it's like... Blank. Nothi -- oooh! Cupcakes!" Merope perked up as he caught sight of them, reaching over to grab one. Or two.

"Uh, Cam? How do you eat anyway?" Merope asked, looking at the minipet a bit worriedly. Was he supposed to dunk its head into the still smoking punch bowl? Shove a cupcake into its tentacles? Helpless, Merope held him up and over the treats and waited to see what he would do.

Or what he would defile. At least everyone was concentrating on the punch and not the snacks anymore.

"Hm?" Bea watched the bass direct her attention to the boil on the floor. She puckered her lips a bit while she took a better looked at him. Again, he seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bea offered an arm to help him up, though he was crawling with critters.