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Christof had kept his distance for a long while, hoping Riley would forget... what he accidentally 'said' back at his own booth. Swallowing, he crept towards the Mindflayer's booth, hovering around the edges to eye the table and flags and decorations and make sure nothing went awry this time. Beyond helping her set up, without the cannon to man the hunchback was at a bit of a loss what to do. He had mulled about his own booth for a while, but that was quiet going and Firth had things under control for now...

Nothing more to it. Twisting his hands, he inched his way through the throngs of students, waiting patiently for a lull before mentally speaking up, M-mistress? Um... is there anything I can do to help?

His eyes dropped down to his boots to hide his flushing stitched face and expression behind his hair, I am sorry about earlier.... At least he wasn't groveling this time.

The hunchback flinched as he was suddenly addressed, a look of panic and a 'IT WASN'T ME' expression instinctively plastered on his face. As Roch went on, though, Christof relaxed a little, glancing away from Riley to the Reaper before lifting a hand in a so-so motion.

He had only helped with the one class, but... it had gone well. He hoped to do more in the future, but that depended on the school, really. It had been a lot of fun, though.

Not wanting to be rude, he fished out his small chalk board, scribbling out a note for the Reaper before holding it out so he could read:

You enjoy tinkering?

Hotwire? Christof was really only beginning with his own tinkering. You saw the Parts and imagined how they Went Together. Maybe it was just a Patchwork outlook? But Barth shared the same love, and had been teaching him plenty. He nodded to Roch, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in his awkward, shy smile.

And perhaps Roch would have to teach him what this "hotwiring" was, exactly. Hopefully nothing that involved an open flame. He was pressing his limits already with the small bit of arch-welding he had been attempting.

Great, Riley associated with the guitarist too. Joy.

This was sure to affect his vote on ballot day. Which begs the question how Barth felt about purple haired musicians. He gave a casual nod to the dragon thief Jericho and a friendly shoulder bump. "How's it hanging future treasurer?" As long as he didn't try to horde all the shinies to himself and not for the student body then it was all good. Shun was always pretty quiet, but the green eared boil figured a casual eyelock said all that was necessary.

The hellhound moment of agitation was deftly thwarted by the presence of the baku and her kind greeting. Damn that cute face. Demi already felt bad about his curt and impolite treatment to her at shop class, it wasn't her fault that she could lure the boil's in like there was a bowl of candy on her head. "Good day Xiu, came to check out the booth as well?" he said politely and trying his best to conceal the light line of blush blossoming on the bridge of his nose.

As if on cue, the gentle tug on his shirt caught his attention on the violet hand daintily on the hem. "Why yes, had to check up on the presidential candidate and what it had to offer to the student body." he replied back with a cheeky grin.

Even the local shovel patchwork came over and Damien had to shout a greeting.

What, go say hello to Roch? There was no Roch here, just an automatic system playing music. And if he was here, then there would have to be a violent greeting of one of his limbs to the reapers face. Violence at a booth might get some attention, but not always the good kind.

Christof's voice had Riley on guard, but it would be rude to turn away from Demi when she had just given her full attention to him. Nonetheless, he received a private answer from her, nonetheless. I do not gloat. The sharp response came. But I appreciate your apology. Just.. don't misjudge me so quickly next time.

Riley gave Demi a gentle pat on the head, before sitting on her table. So. What can I offer you, Demi? The question was light, but there was an undertone behind it - one that gently wrapped around the thought and made it sound more serious than it was. What is it you want?

And before she could get an answer, there was a plushie Jericho talking to her. She stared at it, and snatched it up in her hands, cuddling it against her.

Well, yes. But only because I like you. She tried to keep from laughing again, and the way she squeezed the plushie unnecessarily hard made this obvious. She turned back to Demi, looking content with her plushie, and repeated herself. Now, as I was saying. What is it you want, Demi? You know your needs are important to me.

O-oh...Christof was here too? Hesitantly, she raised a hand and gave a little wave in the patchwork's direction, clearing her throat at the same time. "C-christof! Um...h-hello!" Considering the fact that there were now three people who made her a little unnerved, it took Xiu a great deal of her willpower to stay where she was. It was very tempting to hide between Shun or Riley, but she managed to resist the urge.

...And what was this? Christof and Roch were friends? A small smile twitched on her lips at their conversation about the shops class, and she couldn't help but offer her own opinion. "It...it was a lot of fun," She agreed, her smile growing slightly at the memory, "Lizzy and I had a fun battle."

Startled by Demi's polite greeting, she nodded silently, eyes wide. Was he no longer upset, then? ...Was he even upset in the first place, or had she simply misread the situation and jumped to conclusions? Whatever the case, she glanced up at Shun and silently excused herself, walking straight up to the hellhound. Xiu took a deep breath, her gaze lowered. "A-about what happened in class..."

Christof's face reddened again as Riley's words filled his mind, his posture sinking as did his mood once more. No, Mistress. Of course not. And not that it would be any fault if you did. As the Dragon did his charade with his doll, only to gleefully skip off, the hunchback realized she had not answered his question. His stomach clenched, If... if you do need any help I'd be more than happy to- but once again someone was addressing him.

It was that miss Xiu! He passed his flush off as bashfulness, nodding in thanks to her before she moved along to address the hound-boil.

Right. Business.

Maybe a cold drink? Are your wings hurting? Anything, Mistress?