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"Wait, it ain't till Frightday?" Roch asked, distracted. His phone wasn't on his mind, actually. No, his stomach was. "Then can I get a pizza? Meat lovers would be awesome, and another scrape smoothie!"

He turned, looking around as his brain started itching again. "Oh, hey, Jove," he called to the pup. Then he frowned, seeing the frightened expression on the ghost boil's face. Was it because of him? He thought they'd worked that out--

Nope... Jove was looking at Shehk. Oh, jack, was it the big dog thing? Jove had been hunted right? He'd never said there were big dogs involved, but Roch somehow had it stuck in his head--and Shehk was a big dog, right? But... well, this was awkward.

He really wanted that pizza now.

"Do whatever you like with them," Nahm smirked, and dropped the seeds into Junko's hand, not giving her any further chance to consider refusing the payment. He then promptly stuffed a spookie into his mouth, making a grand show out of enjoying it. "Feeling much better already," he said after it was gone, and found a spot to fold himself down onto a bench.

Oh, The Boilfriend. Nahm sized him up with a long look, decided that Junko had good taste. "Hi," he said, and gave Seiji a friendly grin.

He inclined his head gravely to Freya when she whistled. Also cute. Was she going to compete in the eating contest also? "Best of luck," he said amiably to her.

... He wasn't about to explain "fapping." He was just going to sit here and have another spookie and not laugh. And not choke on his own laughter when Junko ordered the patchwork to stop fapping and hang out with the group. What had she decided it meant? Clearly, finding out called for more observation.

When Junko had gone off to ease her embarrassment with a try at the course, he nodded to Seiji. "Brave man," he said.

"Nah, I'm the one you met," he told Roch. "Probably," he added a moment later, unable to resist.

Herryk's arrival actually gave him pause. He stopped mid-hot-wing to look up at the ghost. And up. And up. Jack, that one was huge. Mental note: not flirting with that. Far too large for comfort.

Roch was about to reply to the grue when Freya draped her arm over his shoulders and deliberately brought up the JACKIN MASSIVE GHOST standing right there in front of them.

Roch's brain went still, then flashbacks of Cricket eating Bul flashed through his mind, with Cricket replaced by this massive guy, and then doing a bit of size to weight ratio--IE, if Cricket could eat a kid Bul's size, what--no, WHO could a guy THIS size eat?

"Jack I don't wanna glow for a jackin' month," Roch muttered, seeming to come out of nowhere. Besides, wasn't this guy WAY too old to be in high school? "Food only. Right, Shehk? The food eating comp, it's food only, right?"

Ahh, the issues from Sex Ed class.

One glance towards the scoreboard brought a frown to his face. He knew it. He should have done better. Grimacing, the Reaper considered having another go at the course. Though, he should probably wait until a little later. Glancing over at the others at the stand, he noticed a few more students that he didn't recognize. One was heavily robed, and the other was... very... big.

That aside, the one known as Freya seemed to be.. quite the character. Shun made a note to just remain where he was. He felt no need for interaction. She seemed even more overbearing than the other valkyrie he knew of after all. Hel's incredibly cheery attitude was already a little more for him to deal with.

As the hunchback, her second friend ever, sidled up to her suddenly, she used her other arm to rest on his head. Now she had two armrests! She was pimping.

Herryk's gruff reply sparked the heat of competition in her eyes, and her attention suddenly swerved to him. "Oh ho, listens to the big guy, he thinks he can beats old Freya at an eating contest. HAH! You has no chance!" She dropped her arms from her friends and stormed up a step closer, tiptoeing to glare up at him with a c**k-eyed, intense glare.

"You may have lots more room to puts the foods, big man." She patted his stomach again. This wasn't because it was fun to touch it. This was just to make a point. "But I'm still winnings this contest. You should just turn around and go backs to your room to cry like the little babies!" Ohh, she was taunting him something awful.

It was hard to tell, what with the hood and all, but Seiji was fairly certain Nahm had been sizing him up. Considering he'd just been doing the very same back it wasn't as though he could complain. The flash of grin shown through the shadow and the ghost matched it as Nahm took a see across from him. "Nice to meet you." He didn't know enough of Junko's friends, so he was glad for a chance to meet the people she knew. He chuckled when the other boil nodded at him, shoulders rolling lazily. "Not really. It's better she knows what it means before she tries using it again in conversation." It might embarrass her learning she'd misused it a first time, but if someone didn't fill her in, and she went about saying it all the time, she'd be absolutely mortified. "She'll be back, probably won't even remember having said it." The ghoul did bounce back surprisingly well.

Someone new had wandered over to sign up for the contest, and Seiji could feel his jaw unhinge as he stared up at the new comer. He'd considered himself a bigger guy, bigger then most at least. Certainly G was larger, but he was also a monster. But here was a fellow ghost, and very, very large one at that. For the first time since coming to the school the jikininki could imagine how smaller students like Jove might feel around the rest of them. Seiji felt dainty next to the larger boil, and he didn't much like it.

Herryk's eyes flicked over the hunchback briefly before landing on the dark-haired boil that stood quietly to the side. From there his eyes skimmed over the hooded figure before his attention moved to the reaper that Freya stood next to. Finally those blue eyes of his landed on Freya once more, one corner of his mouth turning up in a ghostly grin.

His abdominal muscles clenched where her hand made contact with his stomach. She was a lively little thing, wasn't she? Herryk had to silently admire that for a moment before opening his big stupid mouth again.

"Herryk is going to win this contest, ladybird," he said convincingly, dubbing her with the nickname because of her big wings, "because Herryk can make plenty of room to put the food in. Poor little ladybird," he continued, probably making a huge mistake -- it wasn't his fault, the Draugr just loved competition more than was normal -- but he was too dense to shut his face. Reaching forward with a big, beefy fist, Herryk prodded at her stomach with an index finger. Personal bubbles? Nah.

"Poor little ladybird with her poor little bird-stomach."