Welcome to Gaia! ::

At first she was almost hesitant to continue the gesture she had started but eventually eased into the hug and hid in the cowboil's embrace. She buried her face where it couldn't be seen as she held onto him tight trying to convey with her actions what she couldn't express in words. She had missed him.

Reluctant to pull back Mitsu peeked around to see where Shun was first before completely breaking contact with Mot so that she could safely bolt from one reaper to the next. Mot had a booth to run so it probably would be best if she didn't linger though she couldn't help but feel she would be less anxious back in her room. It was so open and uncertain out here...

Offering a small wave to Mot, Mitsu took hold of Shun's sleeve staying almost unnecessarily close. The expression on her face as she turned up toward him was something along the lines of 'Okay can we go now?' Really they came, they saw, they conquered shooting bean bags what else was there to do?

Mitsu frowned. Either she wasn't very good at getting her thoughts across or...Shun was ignoring her.

...He was probably ignoring her.

Letting out a silent sigh she kept close, her hand squeezing his from time to time a little too hard. Especially when there was a loud noise or sudden voice too close. More than likely Shun's hand was going to have bruises where Mitsu's fingers currently were.

Shaking out his arm, he gripped the gun again, trying to actually aim this time, the recoil didn't shock him as much. But it was still awkward. He still had poor aim. How did the boil even do this? It was just weird. Ears fell flat to his head as he realized he did worse than before. Maybe he was ill suited to this game?

Looking around at the gumball machine and the other.. thing he had no idea what it was, the wolfos thought it better to spend his time actually introducing himself to the one who ran the booth. The boil, cowboil really wasn't hard to miss. He matched the booth rather well. Smiling the wolfos bowed slightly. "Your booth is very unique, I've never held a gun before." Toy or otherwise. "It's actually a bit difficult. How do you um... not..." He motioned to it, a light color hitting his face. "Not fail so drastically as I did?"

Gun were to Frost what a basketball was to a chicken.

Somethings just made no sense.

At the prompting from the boil, Frost tried to hold the gun upright, but it all was just a bit odd. Why shoot things when you could chase them down and have the satisfaction of rending them apart with fan- Or right not everyone had fangs. It would be awkward to bite in human form, (he knew this from experience).

"I see. Ah, Frost in the Storm by the way. Running for Student Council president." He took aim, trying to shoot the targets again. Frowning when he only did slightly better than before.

Jove grabbed the beanbag the dreamdust foxfire was teasing him with, and played a little game of tug of war before giving the fluffy thing a hug. He would never admit how much he liked hugging foxfires. Between the ample number always bouncing around his room, and the even larger group in his brother's room, he was never lacking a happy, wiggly poof to scoop up and hug.

Finally he pulled himself away from the foxfire, and trotted over to where Mot was giving Frost some shooting advice. Ears perked. It looked difficult, the reaper must have had a lot of practice to use those things as his weapon!

A shooting game? With modernized weapons? Soren might have sneered ever so slightly, but he still tried it. Really, he was just looking for anything to do other than return to his own booth.

He thought he did okay, but then was offered the prize of a...plastic hat. He stared at the hat and then snorted. As if he would take that. Then he thought of something and took it anyways, though he certainly did not put it on his head.

+1 Cowboil hat