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"Thank you sir and oui, I have back pain all the time!" the rust haired male laughed nervously. He took a moment to glance at Elijah's extreamly festie outfit. With a bright smile and a wink of Vermillion's indigo eye he stated, "You have a better Noel outfit than I, sir."

He pulled his coat closer. "What nation are you, if I may ask?" he asked shivering. He really hated the cold, even if he loved winter. Winter was beautiful, from indoors.

Photo booth? More sighed. He at least knew that Dr. Manneth was running the place, and for the sake of god he hoped the poor doctor was handling the event nearly as well as he was, which was not well. He nodded to the two boys as a sign of agreement, and smiled, but said nothing. It seemed as though the two were exceptionally close with each other, and the young man felt rather...shy in front of the two. Well, shy was not the exact word, out of place was more like it.

RuiZhi beamed ear to ear. "I haven't seen Doctor Manneth for some time, it'll be good to see him agai...Alex? Y-yeah, she's-"

He turned in time to hear a tale-tell shout, able to see the pristine coat and bob of black hair that was his wily sister. RuiZhi made a strange noise in his throat, pointing in the direction she was as the bells and whistles went off. "That'd be her...the one showing off." The boy turned back to More, adjusting his collar thoughtfully, "Did you want to go say hi first, sir? Take a look at the games, maybe?" His smile was small but earnest; the situation wouldn't be so awkward if there weren't so many darn people!

The sturdy youth still hadn't introduced himself, but maybe his sister would acknowledge him by name so RuiZhi didn't have to wonder. Brown eyes watched More with a tad bit of concern; the tall boy seemed to be a little off, and quiet all of a sudden. Probably just the crowd getting to him, like it was to RuiZhi himself.

Greg let out a deep sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew that he should be back at the booth but it was so crowded that he just really needed a break. Granted he had told the people there that he needed to get more plushies, so that the could all have their own person to remember Shinkami by, (not that there really was a need) but what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Right now he just wanted to be around someone who wouldn’t yell and scream and push and shove. And certainly someone who wouldn’t try to grab him. He had decided to take a little break, so he had closed his shirt, and tried to get the bells to be silent. There wasn’t much that he could do about the bright and vibrant red color but he supposed that enough people would be wearing it that he could blend in.

He didn’t realize at first, as he weaved his way between people, that he was working his way towards the magic building, (A place that he knew relatively well thanks to his frequent trips to visit Dante) but as soon as he did he stopped. Shaking his head he closed his eyes for a moment. Hiding in the magic department for a while wouldn’t work, especially if he wanted peace and quite. Dante would probably send his crows after him, since the Elf wouldn’t speak to him himself…

So Greg looked up and glanced about. If he couldn’t get peace for a few minutes then the least that he could get would be a few minute with someone that he didn’t have to try to sell something to. After a surprisingly short look around he caught sight of Shinji. He knew that they weren’t the closet of friends, but he was certainly better for what he wanted then most of the people back at the booth that he had left.

“Hey, Shinji.” He said, going up to the magic user. “I’m glad to see you out here. Having a nice Christmas so far?”

Irame's blush, it seemed, had not been wasted on Micajah's eyes as he smiled softly back. Watching this Elvish woman proved to be more interesting than he'd originally thought it would be due to the changes in her speech patterns, her voice tones, and he all around facial expressions. For all appearances he could say her actions were just like that of a normal human woman...but would that mean all humans acted just like elves? Who was to say there was any difference?

That thought actually entertained him for a while, enough that he was zoning in and out of his thoughts until it dawned upon him that someone knew had joined the party of three, although it was someone he did indeed recognize.

"Professor Veilwood. It's a pleasure."

Their meeting had been very brief when it had occurred, it also being the time when he'd met two fellow students by the names of Elijah and Nathaniel. It of course occurred to him that the professor may not remember who he was at all, as the encounter was indeed quite brief, but he had not forgotten the man's face. It was a neat trick of his to burn into his memory the faces of all that he'd met in his past, so perhaps in the future he wouldn't feel like an idiot when they came to call on him again.

This encounter, of course, was the perfect example of his skills at memory.

"What are your opinions on Santa Claus? We really moved to this topic on account of the professor's rather spirited costuming, though I feel he'd be a bit small on the end of a real whip and tether."

He winced a bit at the end of that joke and quickly pushed on in his conversation piece, hoping that it wouldn't be noticed and instead would be quickly overlooked and dropped.

"But in any case, I think Santa could have been a student of magic somewhere along the line in order to make his reindeer fly, or to be able to be in several thousand places at one time. Or perhaps he has a doppelganger that does his work as well."

That was dumb, and he knew it.

Dagger stumbles around in the growing crowd, trying to fight off a wave of panic. He hated crowds, especially with his features being exposed. He quickly puts his hat back on and tucks his hair under his coat, and looks around for some kind of escape........ but his eyes get drawn to the gaming area, where a hammer game catches and holds his attention.

He drifts up to it, noticing that Wei and Zach are there still...... interesting. Mayhap he could introduce himself........ Best to wait and see. He studies the game, noting that whoever had the foam hammer smashed it against the things popping out of holes for points....... it seemed simple enough.


He cautiously advances, slipping through the crowd effortlessly. His ears are still trained on the general roar of the crod, hoping he'll hear that familiar voice again.

Lorioth was startled by the rather sudden appearance of Ardanay, and a fiery blush instantly blossomed into being and settled on his cheeks. Looking down at his rather “festive” attire, he knew that there would probably be a lot of teasing and jokes to follow after. He returned the other’s smile with a tentative one as he stammered softly, “Ahh, n-no you’re not i-interrupting anything. Good to see you, Professor Veilwood.” He bowed his head respectfully to him; proper respect must be shown to one’s head of the department, of course.

The doctor listened to the conversation that swirled around him, silently wondering how their conversation had taken the form of Santa. Luckily, Micajah voiced his question in the form of an answer which was followed by a quip about how he’d be rather small at the end of a whip and tether…? A bit confused, the teacher’s burned even more brightly as he absentmindedly fiddled with the bell around his neck.

The weight of the camera pressing into his hand reminded him of his uncompleted mission of actually returning and running his booth, and as he had nothing much to add to the conversation of Santa, now might be a good time to make his exit.

“Umm, I think it’s time for me to get back to my booth now. Too much neglect really could make it go dusty and the headmaster really wouldn’t want that! But, you are all free to come with me or visit me anytime,” he said, leaving an open invitation at the end.