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Returning to the school room, Astra found that the birds had returned again, so she was happy to assist with getting them out of the professors hair. Though this time when she flew around, they didn't seem to budge. Time for a different approach.

Picking up some of the swollen hemp, she waved it at the pigeons until one approached her. "You like it?" she asked as she leaned in closer to hand it to the bird, but it instead kicked it out of her hands. It cooed, trying to kick her as well.

"Ah! Quit it!" She ducked out of the way, looking around for something else to give it. Her eyes settled on the Plain pudding, which she held out to the bird.

Still carrying Sibyl on his back, Gabriel trudged into the booth, stopped in front of the back of the cutouts, and read the sign. Get your picture taken? Sure, why not.

"Get off, Sibyl. Want a picture?" The first was said brusque, the second almost gently.

Gabriel, to his credit, was /not/ looking at the cutouts. Whatever Sibyl was blushing about.. he didn't want to know. "I'm not picking. You pick. I'm just going to stand here and put my head in this hole and that is the extent of my participation in this."

In fact, as he said so, he walked over to the second one, and stuck his head in the hole. He couldn't see anything from where he was, except the camera pointed at them.

"... This is free, right?"

Well that was a relief. Gabby gave his best 'not-frown' for the camera, until the gnome asked them to say candy corn. He even started it before realizing just how stupid it sounded.

"Candy co-wait, what kind of stupi-" Click.

His expression would probably not be the most favorable.. but he never promised he'd look good. He only promised he'd do it. For her.

...Gross, cut it out, Gabby.

"Uh. Okay. What else.. I played a game a while back where you whack a mallet on some plushies of foxfires." As soon as he said it he realized Sibyl was probably going to hate that idea. "Or.. you know. Whatever."

He scratched the back of his neck with one hand and toed the ground awkwardly.

Gabby wasn't stupid. The normally excited and cheerful and bubbly Sibyl had just gone quiet.. for just a second. It was enough. He shook his head, reached out, and slung her over his back again.

"Shut up." He muttered, letting out a snort. "I'll find something else."

He carried her away from the booth, determined to find something that wouldn't make her sad.



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Leaving the cuddly booth, he reached here again. Now, AJ could remember that the man sitting on his desk was the professor from the demon contract class. Hehe, the birds came back again and the man was groaning and tried to shoo them away unsuccessfully.

"Professor.....I guess you need help again?" The boil tried to sound polite but his teasing tone suggested otherwise.

Having the beans on his hand, the birdie climbed down quickly. However, the little dove started to provoke another birdie. The one that was making weird sounds.

Did he hear some sort of music?

So weird. The room was quite quiet actually, where did the music come from? Well, it's not the time to bother with that. The Bleeding-heart dove was fanning its wing aggressively, as if about to attack that weird sound making birdy.

"I know why you feel so wary, that birdie is quite jacking creepy. So go with what you want, I will help if you need me." Thinking that it might be some bird sparring, AJ just did nothing and watched. He kinda wanted to see how bird fighting was like.......

Wandering around the campus, the guest of far far away came across a rather noisy room. Perhaps it was rude to enter, but he clearly knocked thrice before entering. However, he learned that may not have been the greatest of ideas as the inhabitants of the room were small avian creatures he could only assume to be minis by their appearance. They were all certainly different than the fire bird that tended the 'Haters' booth outside.

The room was - in fact - a classroom and there were things everywhere. But what stood out was the authority figure that sat at the head of the room. Or rather, the one who supposedly would have it. A person was sitting there while his table was covered in various festival decorations. The person, himself, was glaring at flora that Uru would normally find around the house's gardens or the woods beyond.

Apparently, this man did not appreciate them.

Coming to the desk, he offered a gesture of greetings with no reply. It would certainly appear as if the man was too disgruntled at the flower to pay much attention to anyone else. In fact, his body was visibly away from the desk of festival decorations.

Curiously, Uru took a bit of it up into his arms. Well... perhaps someone would need this stuff.