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Kettil was meandering around a few spaces behind Freya. He came to a stop when she did and watched her as she touched all the things. "So touchy today," he teased lightly with a small smirk. He then tilted his head to look at the scarves.

...Kettil likey scarves. ( *A* )

He started to touch them as well.

Freya pulled her hands away when Kettil teased her, but the smirk on his face made her put both of her hands on him and tickle him mercilously. "TOUCHYTOUCHY." It was probably a mistake, telling Freya she was touchy. Because she was.

So very touchy.

Scarves all but forgotten, she focused on tickling the life out of her boilfriend instead.

"Oh! Don't worry, don't worry," Ying said, fumbling for the string that Nessa had dropped. "But ... these still don't match." Poor thing had no sense of color, none at all.

Then Kettil and Freya came over and started touching all the scarves. Getting their sticky little Halloween hands everywhere. Then they started tickling each other. Ying shot them both very distressed looks. Annoyed even.

"Do you," she said quite loudly, in her best uppity tone, "Intend to buy anything?" Now Ying remembered why she didn't associate with Halloweeners. They were barbaric and rude. Touching all her things.

She gave them a very displeased frown.

"If not, please see yourselves elsewhere." Maybe Ying was normally quite pushover-y, but when it came to her family's business, she was a shark. A big angry, 5'4 shark.

"BECAUSE I AM TOUCHY-" Freya answered, continuing to tickle him until someone started to reprimand them. She screeched at the sound of Ying's voice and snapped her hands behind her back, smiling as guiltily as possible. "Ja, we are sorry!" She fidgetted with the scarves, fiddling with them idly, before scratching her hand.

"Oh.. I thinks.. I am allergics.. maybe I goes gets outs of here, ja.."

She was faking allergy. Badly.

Alexander was still drunk...ish. Enough so that when he saw a booth with scarves on display and he thought, hey! Scarves are pretty cool! They're like...giant ties.

Yes, that made all the sense in the world.

He stumbled over to the booth and gave the scarves all a good once over. He only had about 50 silver seeds left after the auction and that ram wrangling business, but the scarves seemed fairly affordable....

And then he saw a sign that said customs, and he eagerly grabbed for some seeds out of his pocket before putting them on the counter, then began digging through the various threads and material with little regard for whether he messed everything up or not.

The shop keeper did not seem impressed with his randomly picked out selection.

"Please, we will welcome you back next time fair damsel, we will try to have something better out that you might like to wear, rather than just touch." Ying said smoothly, gracefully trying to smooth out the exchange.

Jing was glad that Ying was there to deal with the guests, especially the touchy feely ones.She could be the one that gets her Wa disrupted, it was better that way for him. She didn't have to say much to him, he was already aware on what to do.

The boil managed to put down his teacup and not smash it on the table in sheer silent fury put quickly brought out a new set of scarves to place out, and handed them over to his sister as he went about the process of picking up the older ones to get laundered in the back.

"Go have some tea sister, you look like you need a moment of inner peace." he almost sang lyrically, patting the boiling ghoul on the shoulder as he walked with his armful in the back of their pop up store.

Freya let out a startled sound when Kettil bought two scarves and dragged her off. She could tell he was unhappy, and she understood why, but she threw her hand out in a goodbye wave to the owners of the booth anyway.

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Drunk Mort was starting to feel the chill of the colder Octobers seep into him. Granted it wasn't something that bothered him awfully, as his basement room was naturally a fridge in temperature, but . . . Well, the spirits had given him a flushed skin and a raised core temperature, so now he could actually tell when the wind was starting to n**. And hey, scarves!

So Mort hummed a random song to himself as he picked out a couple of colors and fabrics, really going more for cooler colors than anything because, well, look at him. "Mrrr . . . S'this look okay?" he asked after a bit presenting the result to the horsemen. "Ooo, s'that tea? Smells good~ Prolly also tastes s'good 'cuz it's . . . chillyish." Yeah.



Scarf Please~