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Finally, Enzo pulled back from the witch to whirl around and glower at the new ghoul, face red under his freckles, "SHE PELTED ME WITH CAKE I AM SICK OF THIS GODDDDDDD YOU WANNA' HAVE AT IT TOO EH WAIT DON'T I KNOW YOU?" He roared, blinking a bit as his brain tried to catch up with his emotions.

But at least he had stopped rolling on the floor with Anna.

Calder looked at the mattress, which was being cluttered with body parts as Riley made a nest on it. "Yeah, it's defiled now." He continued frowning. "...and I really liked that mattress, too."

It probably wasn't good to focus on the mattress when Barth was being this frustrated. Rubbing up against the boil, he adjusted the pumpkin. "Hey. I bet your next mattress will be just as good, and now you can pick a new model." Mattresses came in models, right? "I've never had a mattress and I've always slept well. If you want....you can sleep over at my place? The moss is really soft there." He rose up the pumpkin and tilted it back and forth as he spoke. "How. About. That?"

He looked over at the pile. "Oh, Christof is all over the place. Here." He handed Barth the pumpkin. "DON'T drop it." He pointed out, and then marched over to help Christof by reaching out and trying to reclaim his parts. "These parts are not yours. This is Christof. Jack-it, Woman!" He reached for the parts.

She'd been waiting.

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How long it was hard to say. This was RESEARCH for her sector. The sector of love and all things that made hearts go doki-doki and pitter patter and left ghouls and boils hot and heavy and panting and needing emergency morning after mold prevention. It was her kind of day. That said, there was not enough romance going on. Chaos, one of her other favorite things yes, but not romance! This totally was not her style.

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Sighing, Desu-chan went over to the nearest table and promptly flipped it. Then she moved to another. And another. And another. Until all tables were properly flipped. And just to make sure that couples knew they had to get their romance on she was sure to throw some of her homemade glitter bombs, (this time filled with red hearts versus her usual rainbow mess), around.

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Make with the romance students! Desu-chan knew you could do it!

Cam stopped in his shoveling to watch Merope, and it's large oval head turned, slowly, fourty degrees to the right. Then it rubber banded back into place like a kodama, and let out a bubbly sound that could have almost been laughter, if it wasn't so disgusting sounding.

Then Cam did the most surprising thing of all.

It held out a half-eaten cupcake. It was sharing. What did it mean.

Of course, Merope was sharing too, and Cam reached out with it's little useless arms to wrap around the cup it was offered, and slammed it's face into it. The sound of slurping reached new levels of disgusting. And as the drink dripped down it's throat, though most of it got all over it's body instead, it started to feel funny..

An odd sensation started to lurch up from it's bosom. The big, wet eyes blinked once, twice, and three times, until they bulged out suddenly, and it's entire body heaved. A high pitched sound emitted from the Cthulhu, and it started jumping up and down and screeing angrily.

That steely glare was pretty sexy. Bea pulled back and batted her eyes at him in surprise when he suddenly raised his fists up. Was this boil picking a fight with her? Then suddenly, a shirt to the face. AW, HELL NO!

Bea clutched onto the boil's discarded shirt and threw it to the ground. Next thing she knew she was grabbing onto the boil's tie. But before she could do anything else, tables were flying and glitter was EVERYWHERE!

Moure probably should've come by the prize booths eariler. In any case, finally he'd made his way over, taking note of...whatever else was going on in the area (and then deciding that tables flying and Desu-chan(?) being here and people generally acting crazy really wasn't any of his business) for about two seconds before going to where the prizes were located. Even if he got covered in glitter on the way. Once he'd gotten to the prizes, he started looking everything over, his eye catching on the rings for a moment before flitting to the rest of the things. What to get? After a moment of mentally counting his winnings from the games, Moure realized something.

He could get all the things.

With a grin, Moure loaded up on one of every item the booth had on display, carefully figuring out how to carry everything. He ended up uninflating the fake weapons and hanging them over his arm, and then figured out how to hold everything from there. He selected the best of each prize, wishing he had a bag or something so he'd be able to carry more. After a few moments, he'd picked up one of everything available except for the promise rings, and spent a little time looking them over until he could find the best pair. The smile still on his face, he happily left the booth and the area. Now, he just had to go find Edel...

((Exit.))
((Moure had, like, thirty-nine toy-points. Thus all the things. l'D; ))

Enzo was torn.

On one hand... he was crawling with sparkling roaches which made him wish there were more tables to flip.

On the other, that cute Chickie he had met previously (albeit briefly) had him by the tie and was breathing so close to his face and shiiiiiit there was something in the air and he was definitely going to explode if he didn't do SOMETHING.

"Don't be a flat tire, doll," He slipped an arm around her, pulling her up against his scrawny, freckled, sparkle-roach covered chest.