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Since they had visited Moira's booth first, it was only fair that the witch get to go to the booth she wanted next. And naturally that meant she needed to visit one of her favorite Trick or Treaters, which facilitated that the witch, once more, drag her zombie around. But he didn't seem to mind (he looked a bit dazed, actually), so with a happy noise Belladonna hurried him over to Luna's booth. Once they approached she began a tiny hop-skip from foot to foot to express her excitement, despite the vastly relaxing atmosphere. And when the moth ghoul was spotted, a small squeal of delight could not be surprised.
"Miss Luna! Your booth is beautiful!" Belladonna happily fluttered over to the ghoul and began to bounce lightly before her, all excited to chat with her. "Are you having a good Scarentines? This music is so catchy! Isn't this the kind of thing you like Mort? Oh! Luna! This is Mort, he's my boilfriend, have you two met?" So much for being relaxed...
But, hey, Luna wanted affection and the witch was all too eager to bestow a happy peck to Mort's cheek in show of such.

* 3* SMOOCH!

Partner: Mort/ Ol-j-man
Attempt: 1 of 3

Rin also agreed to the experiment, turning his back to the moth woman to look at Melvin and... chuckle uncontrollably at the effects. His eyes were just... rediculo- then the dust hit Rin causing him to fall forward like a sack of potatoes.

Male 5ft Roadkill Stag with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. His clothes are tattered and covered in blood and tire marks. He seems to have trouble keeping his guts from spilling.

Once again, Mort was happy to be dragged along. Scarentines might be a couples' special holiday, but with the witch being so enthusiastic he felt it was fitting to let her lead them around - this half would be hers to govern, while the second part would be his. And once again Mort was pleasantly surprised to hear the music coming from this rather soothing booth. He was humming along to this or that, swaying a bit in place, before he heard Bells introduce him to the proprietor of the booth and received a kiss on the cheek.

"Mrrr~ Excellent taste, yes," he complimented with a smile, noting that it seemed they had to display some, ah, PDA to get what Bells was probably inwardly cooing over - a foxsock. Chuckling, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek in return before turning to the trick-or-treater. "Haven't met, no, but is nice meeting. Nice booth has here."

"Luna"? No wonder the witch knew her, he thought with an inward grin. Her and her fascination with the moon.

* 3* SMOOCH!

Partner: Belladonna (AyeAvast)
Attempt: 1 of 3

Rin was out cold and could not protest to the treatment in the slightest. Being drawn on without any issues.

The Lifers over in the golem department were going to kill him for marking on equipment, but damn if Rin didn't deserve it for marking on him when he had been in a cell. Along with a few drawings of male anatomy, Melvin included cat whiskers, a cat nose, and a curling mustache. Capping the marker, he sat down and admired his work.

When that got old, he simply watched Rin sleep. Considering this seemed to be the frisky tent, he moved some pillows around to create a fort around her, and then sat down beside her. Taking a pillow and hugging it, he took up the role as sheep dog and guarded the stag boil.

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She shot Andrew a glare before returning Molan's smile with one of her own.
Of course, how could she ever forget the nice kind boil who had carried her bags? Ok, so she sorta deceived him, but no harm done, right? They had a nice time together, and that was all that mattered. Or.. at least she had a good time. Oh, she hoped Molan had a good time too and-

The rising temperature helped her remember the other occupant she had to deal with and she grimaced.
"You'll get your spookies later" she snapped. "Now behave yourself, or I'll feed you dirt."

She was dead serious. If the boil did something so foolish as to destroy this beautiful place because of his stupid temper tantrum, she would kill him.

When Molan spoke up, she gave him a laugh, waving her hand dismissively.
"Ah, don't worry about it." Though she did give Andrew another warning glare.

She was about to ask what Molan was doing here, when she felt another pair of eyes on her.
Turning, she caught an undead ghoul seeming to stare at her curiously, before shooting glances at both Molan and Andrew.

Suppressing her urge to cringe as usual toward undeads, she offered the ghoul a pleasant smile.
"I take it you are Molan's friend?"

Angeline raised her brows. "Muy Guapo?" She butchered the pronunciation entirely, but what else could she do? Besides giggle at what she thought it meant.

"Alright. Deal. Candy and a Meal." And potentially more years of therapy, but she left that part out.