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"Wish me luck, ja?" Nova jokes as he enters the booth. This was because even if he missed the target the goo would be enjoyed. The boil picked up the first goo ball and smacked it directly into the center of the target. He was tempted, very tempted, to just play with the goo again. Instead he aims the second goo ball, tossing it off-center of the first. He looks over at Sucre and gives her a smile, "Maybe you are my lucky goo ghoul." It's an Incubus thing, the natural attempt to flirt... it might even be effective one day once he grows out of looking like a 'cute scareling' and into 'boil I'd like to date'. It said a lot though, that he'd talked to Sucre enough over the past few days that he felt comfortable enough that his nature was coming out a bit.

The third goo ball isn't forgotten as Nova picks it up and makes sure it is sticking to his hands. He then tries to see how far he can pull his hands apart and stretch the goo before it starts to let loose from his hands. All too soon though it's meets it's end on the ground. Plus he had a goo-sicle waiting on him to be ate.

Anepou was eyeing the goo with a bit of disfavor. How WOULD he get neat after this? Was the goo going to cling? The demon's ears flicked, nervously, before he finally gulped, and picked up his courage... And snagged his goo balls. He took aim and when the first two just slimed him, he nearly gave up and fled to a shower. However, he decided since he was already a mess, he'd at least TRY one more time... And what do you know, BULLSEYE! He eeped excitedly, forgetting for the moment that he'd gotten SO very messy!

Two misses to score a bulls-eye, but totally worth it as far as Tenn was concerned. He was getting pretty good at this aim thing, at least when it came to things that stuck. Other things? Maybe not so much.

He withdrew a kerchief from his jacket pocket, wiping his hands off before graciously accepting his prize.

Lock, after washing his hands off and avoiding this booth for a little bit, was back. He had to admit it was fun. It was just a little messy for this shadow reaper.

Still, it was a good time! He picked up more gooballs and began splatting them at the target. His first two were abysmal shots, as someone bumped him from behind as he shot them, but the last one was once again a direct bullseye.

He smiled and turned to the booth owner. "I did it again~" Was he a little smug? He was a little smug.

Sucre stared at the boil a moment, glancing at the goo on his hands. "I guess I owe you these then." The ghoul offered the three prizes to Lock, making sure she had grabbed some extra goo-splattered ones.



"Wow you did pretty good!" Sucre pulled out the ghoul's prize, offering it to her and smiling.

"Nova." He offered Sucre his hand, clamping down on his natural lure - it would be rude and he wasn't allowed to feed off emotions at the carnival.

Then it was time for the game. Nova scooped up the first good ball and it smacked into the wall next to the target, this came as a surprise to the boil who'd already picked up the second goo ball. He dropped it. Nova blushed. The last goo ball hit the target, but just barely.

"I guess I'm off my game today."

"Well, then." Estel picked up the balls of goo, trying (and failing) to juggle them for a little bit before throwing them one at a time towards the target.

Maple was unsure how much she wanted to touch the substance of the booth. But then again, with all that she had seen in her mother's kitchen, it didn't seem to be as foreign as she probably should have suspected (hopefully the goo didn't belong to this creature of goop, that would just be a little unsettling maybe).

Taking one in hand, the witch gave it a shot. And managed to actually hit the bullseye twice. "O-oh!" She exclaimed, daring not to wipe the remnants of goo on her clothing (she would find a towel somewhere).