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"...Really?" Xiu's eyes widened and she tilted her head up, finally looking at the hellhound. Slowly, a small relieved smile found it's way onto her face. "T-thank you. I was...I was scared that I had..." Trailing off, she shook her head with a small sigh. That was one worry that had been lifted from her shoulders, now. As for the other...

She told herself that she would talk to him after he was done working at the booth. For now, the Baku turned to look at the guitar-playing reaper, head tilted as she listened. ...He really was talented, wasn't he? But she had already known that, she it wasn't as if that fact was news to her. Looking towards Demi, she inclined her head in Roch's direction.

"He's an impressive guitar player, isn't he?" No, she did not know anything about what was silently going on between the two. To her knowledge, they were as good friends as ever. Looking towards Shun then, she gestured for the reaper to join them, perking up slightly. "Right. You play the guitar too, don't you, aniki?"

This comment confused the Igor. He blinked at her, brows furrowed as he tried to digest and comprehend it. Who... who complained, Mistress? They obviously do not understand an Igor's place- even as the thought crossed his mind, he sagged a bit with depression. An Igor's place. With the rush of School and becoming used to his classmates and the inflated ego of even helping with that class... he had almost forgotten. Fingers twisting, he shifted from foot to foot, I like being around you, Mistress. I... I just want to make sure you are happy. If... er...I... I apologize for... for being so insolent. I could um.... his mind raced, wondering if he should just leave right then and there as a proper punishment, but... but... she had said she liked... having him around? His stomach clenched as he inched forward, crouching by her legs, If... if you would like a massage or something...?

Riley put down her plushies, and looked at Christof forlornly. I know. Come on. Just sit here with us and keep me company. And.. oh, I have a better idea. You should go give every single person you see a Riley plushie. We have to close, soon.. I'd rather not carry all of these home.

She held out plushies for him. Just hand them to people without a word. Everyone! Start with Demi. He needs something to cuddle.

This last part was said privately, with a wink.

Christof straightened up onto his feet again, expression perking up as Riley spoke. A task! A task a task a task she did need help she did need his help yes yes yes- positively bouncing in his boots, his extra arm unfurled from under his coat to help scoop up as many of the plushies as he could, one free arm saluting her smartly, Yes, Mistress! Right away, Mistress! I will not let you down Mistress!

Giving the Igor something to do, no matter how silly, seemed to do just the trick for whatever was bothering the odd hunched fellow. He immediately pushed forward, identifying the one known as "Demi" he remembered from Mad Science and promptly shoved the plush doll into his arms with a stern nod. He made sure Shun had one too. Ah, and there were more people just a few steps away! He gave miss Xiu a smile as he more gently handed her the doll (regardless if anyone had one already), and then moved along to the next, and the next, one by one making sure EVERYONE had a plushie.

He had just carefully positioned a little Riley doll to be clinging to the end of Roch's guitar... But there were still more dolls, and plenty more people at the other booths... hmmmm.... I will be right back, Mistress! And he was off.

It was a surprisingly short period of time later when Christof returned, limping and panting and devoid of plushies, save for one eagerly clutched to his chest. Mistress I did it, I made sure everyone gets a stuffed animal doll, Mistress! And... ah... Mr- er... Miss? Mmm- Israfel said to tell you- His brain hesitated as he came back to Riley's side, scrambling for the memory of the message, Tell Riley the Count wishes her well, and that He will not relent in his pursuit of all positions.... And she my join me in my booth at anytime.

I er... replaced Mr. Chocula's prize table with a rather full inventory. He smiled eagerly, squeezing the plushie against his chest.

He hadn't quite hit up ALL of the booths, but he had spread the dolls out, certainly.

"Nothing with being a private musician!" Xiu said quickly, hoping that Shun wouldn't jump to the wrong conclusion...though having Shun and Roch play the guitar together at the booth would have been interesting. "I was just wondering...how difficult is it to learn?" She was asking more out of general curiosity than anything else.

Despite the way her heart picked up with a bit of wariness when Christof approached, the Baku returned his smile as she reached out to take the plushie. "...Thank you, Christof!" For a moment, she watched as he went on and handed out more of the dolls, and then she turned to her own. Laughing, she lifted it up and grinned. "Cute, aren't you?" She gave it an affectionate little hug, and then held it to her chest thoughtfully. It would be good advertisement if she walked around with one of these, wouldn't it?

Xiu made a mental note to do some rounds later on.

When she turned back to her friends, it took all of her willpower not to break out into a grin at the sight of Shun with the plushie. Quickly, she cleared her throat, "...Maybe Mitsu would like it?"

Ahhh, a guitar clinger! Cool! Except the moment he let his FEAR dissipate the little plush would fall to the ground, Roch thought as he finished his song and pulled the doll off, putting it in his hat so it hung over the edge, in front of the tentacles.

Then he headed to get some of the ice cream that had been teasing him all day, deliberately not looking at Demi and Xiu. He'd gotten his chance to talk to the ghoul, to show off, even, and hell, playing a guitar was ALL he could do that was really impressive. The rest of him, well, he had no grand delusions. He was a punk through and through, one with little money, no breeding (or so he thought) and nothing to show for himself except an inch thick juvie record back home. They'd never been able to prove anything, though. He was still proud over that fact.

And hell, he thought as he ate his ice cream, having a slightly bruised heart was doing great things for his playing. Think of how awesome he'd sound with a broken one!

Oh... Roch. sweatdrop