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Enzo had been content to stand and watch the struggle with the inflatable, laughing to himself as arguments were tossed back and forth until the tape was brought in, and he had just straightened his hat on his head and lifted his instrument case when he felt it...

Uggggg.... Freckled face paling a moment before going green, the Reaper's expression dropped it's humor and his free hand went to his stomach as he took a few steps away from the banshee with an irritated look, "Watch where you're goin', y'dumb bug-eyed Betty!"

Regaining his composure a bit as the nausea left him, his nostrils flared a moment like an enraged rat before he straightened his pin-stripe coat with a fresh smirk, "Sorry, toots. Bank's closed." With a wink, he turned to leave before he lost his cool, "So long as things here are copacetic..." he let it hang in the air, humming a low tune under his breath. He popped his collar and started walking.

"Seems someone's already necked you t'death, sweetheart," The monkey-faced little troll grinned back at her. The more riled up she seemed to get, the more amused he became, prolonging his booth-visit few a few tedious minutes more.

Enzo's hat was knocked from his head with the force of the sudden slap, sending cockroaches everywhere to scurry away across the ground. "Damn bearcat hit me!" Not the most eloquent of responses, but it was the best he could think of through the shock as he blinked at her storm off.

He snorted, stooping for his hat to flick off the remaining roaches and slam it back on his head.

After Calder had left, Bea watched Enzo and Ash bicker, throwing names at eachother? Bea couldn't have this at her booth! But how can she even attempt to stop it?

"Uhhh. Here Marosa." Handing him a Vote Bea sweater. "This should keep you warm until your shirt dries..."

Just when Bea thought Ezno would be the first to leave, well, he tried to, Ash went right up to him and SLAPPED HIM?! She couldn't believe this was happening! If this were someone else's booth, Bea would have been so excited about this, but since it was her own booth, she was once again, in shock that this was happening to her. Witnessing this made Bea feel caught in the middle, that is... until Ash stormed off.

"Jack Skellington, ENZO! Are you alright?" Bea seemed to be asking this question pretty often in her booth now... She held out her hands towards him with concern. "I'll uhh.... I'll see if I can go talk to her..."

Bea ran off, chasing after Ash to her booth.

Walking back from Ash's booth, relieved to see that Ash wasn't upset. Bea looked up just to find Marosa sitting in her seat at the booth. What was he doing? If anything, she found it quite amusing. Approaching the boil, she leaned up on the table with one hand resting on the edge, "So, how's it going?" a smirk grew on her face.

"Thank you, I really appreciate that," Bea smiled as he got up from the chair. "You may keep the sweatshirt. It's on the table for anyone! I just figured you'd probably need it. Wouldn't want you to get sick!"

She looked at the boil for a while, just thinking. "You know, you have been so helpful to me. If there is anything you need, just let me know. I owe you so much already." Bea came over to him, took one her her buttons and pinned it on his new sweatshirt. "This way, you wont forget who owes you." Bea giggled as she took a few steps back. "I should probably finish drawing Herryk," siting down at her chair and picking up a pen. "Please go enjoy yourself! You should really check out the other booths too!" She wasn't trying to get rid of her at all. But seeing as her booth had slowed down, perhaps he could find fun someplace else.