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Danny tensed up ever so slightly. No one but maybe Roch and Yin would recognize it, and that was only because she was halfway on them. "Ch-chosen?" she said, bewildered. What did he mean chosen? He was definitely talking about Rikki ... unless there way another boil who'd lent him clothing.

But ... chosen?

She relaxed a bit more when Roch stood up to go meet with Lark and some boil she didn't know. Now there was a lot more room on the bleacher. "Bring me back some snotcorn!" she said, assuming he was getting up to get food. What else would Roch be doing?

The pup damien had to whine at the horrid sounds of garbled speech from the Ickycom. As if his ears didn't hurt enough. "Bow wow wow, jackdammit, dial it down, will ya?" he moaned woefully at the device high up on the wall that was determined to keep him in pain and get him toward an assembly that promised even more audible misery.

But onwards did he trudge to the auditorium, but at least wearing a pair of hellhound earmuffs to ease the pain. even if they were green with a bone print on the material. He wore them proudly and took a gander and a whiff in the air to see who was here. Which quickly turned into the mutt sniffing his way down the aisles and spinning around in circles trying to catch up to the familiar scent in the air.


It was something .....canine. and it wasn't ol Jove.

"It's closer yep, stronger smell." he muttered to himself, even as he jumped over the collapsed Freya and had to swerve around the massive Herryk and twapped the two with his tail as he went jumping over their seats. "Aru? Oh! s-sorry about that!" he apologized profusely to the two and wound up flopping over into another set of chairs that he didn't watch carefully enough. the sad part about only using one head with the skull pin on, less awareness.

Damien still flailed heavily from his spot face down in the seat and took a moment to put his body upright and both feet on the floor, but he found the scent of the one he was tracking. The dog with the buttwing puppies from before! "AH it's you!, this time you're not wearing a dress!." he proclaimed loudly and walked up to the shorter canine and gave a tentative sniff in the air around the fellow dog student.

"Berk?" o.o;; he said in confusion at the new person he met, head tilting to the side far enough for his earmuffs to slip off from the sensitive ears.

Lark's brows drew down in a frown as Kettil spoke, her smile wavering.

"Oh, ya've met, then?" She cleared her throat, slowly crossing her arms over her chest. Each boil was given a suspicious glare, though Roch got the brunt of it. Lark wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but she had every intent on finding out.

"Nobody said nothin' t'me 'bout it."

LW giggled. Again. Her violet gaze both admiring her boilfriend from behind (what? She was totally allowed to look!) and watching Tybalt squirm.

"Yes. It is." The she-wolf smiled innocently at Fell. Then she giggled some more. "Honestly? I am probably just the excuse being used to torment Ren this time." LW tilted her own head thoughtfully. "Wonder what it was this time anyways?"

The she-wolf leaned closer to the other ghoul, holding up the phone so she could read the responses. Tybalt's only made her giggle more.



Of course she thought the word 'date' right away and not 'spar'. This was Ren and Tybalt! She sighed and gave Fell one of those looks. "The boils just can't play nicely without supervision." LW glanced back towards the pair. She probably should have texted Ren first. But teasing Tybalt while Ren was looming was too much fun. Plus, she got to watch him be adorable. In that boilfriend-y way.

Of course, Herryk wrapped his arms around his sweetest and most beloved ghoulfriend, sighing happily as he tucked her against his chest. He kissed her forehead with the most lovestruck look on his face. He didn't mind that she was being melodramatic or that she seemed to faint in his arms.

His sweet Freya could do no wrong as far as he was concerned.

It was everyone else he had to worry about.

There was a stare that Kettil gave Roch then there was a smile. A smile that was angry, "Oh we want to be a ******** jackass today? I can be a Jackdamn jackass," his voice was raising. Roch was pushing the wrong buttons and unless someone did something there was going to be blood.

Endzela flitted off of Kettil's shoulder in alarm as Kettil raised a fist.

"You want to ******** mess with me. Fine. Mess with me. Leave Lark the ******** out of it." He didn't like the way Roch just kind of dragged Lark in.

Shehk shook her head. "It is more..numb..now than painful." she said, nodding a bit, moving to lift the back of her shirt so Siddie could see the scar that left some of the vertebrae on the back of her upper spine exposed, burned away, but obviously eaten at by something with horrible teeth.

"I guess it gives me some new specs as an undead." she laughed, scratching the stitches on her face, then stretched out, pulling her shirt down before she waved to Jericho who seemed to join their little party in the front row. Shehk had been able to hear what Zar had said to Riley, but it seemed that Riley took it all in good stride, so she didn't go baring her own teeth at the situation.

Instead, she leaned over to flick at one of Zuru's ears playfully.

"I see you over here lookin' at me, Puppy-dog." she grinned, showing her fangs. "It's okay, I won't bite you for saying hello. My taste is only for blood, after all." she greeted, pinching the boil's cheek before she settled back into her seat, a bit more alert than she had been previously.

Then she spotted a familiar undead face looking rather listless in the crowd, perking up and cupping her hands around her mouth:

"MEROPE, COME SIT WITH US!" she called, waving to the sad looking undead boil.

Alarmed, Lark reached forward to place a hand on Kettil's shoulder. Things seemed to escalate too fast for her taste, and she shot Roch a look before glancing over at Levi apologetically. She hated to make anyone upset, but moreso she hated to see Kettil upset. He usually didn't have much of a temper, and part of her had to wonder what the boils had talked about.

Giving Kettil a shove, she tried to move him away from Roch and the others. There would be another time and another place for this -- in the middle of the gym wasn't quite the proper place.

"Y'gonna get in trouble, Ket," she hissed beneath her breath, still desperately trying to move him away. "Ain't worth it, Owlboy. C'mon, then? Please?"