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Before Lorata's hand got anywhere close to Autumn's bag, another hand closed around it. She could only shift her hold on her own present in astonishment as the brownblood took her other hand as well and began to bounce. "Wait, accept what, I don't- Okay?" And then he'd let go of her and moved on to Nucleo, who had also wanted to be her friend she remembered, but not quite as enthusiastically. Weird.

But now that his attention was elsewhere, she could focus back on the task at hand. Smiling again, she nodded yes to trade when Autumn spoke up and then paused at the next question, eyes narrowing slightly. What, was the yellow box somehow not good enough for the yellowblood? She lifted it anyway, stubbornly held it out. "That would be this. You should tr-"

There was a shriek and a flash of colorful movement. Yelping at sudden sound, she whirled to see what had happened and found Caiden out of sight and that vaguely familiar blueblood standing where she'd left him. Said blueblood stammered out an apology for startling the boy and- Well, yeah, that was an understatement. What had he even done? Something horrible, probably, while she wasn't looking. Bluebloods.

With an irritated huff, she looked back to Autumn. "Trade me."

Azrael was on the brink of deciding to let Caiden be when the familiar face of Amonee came into view, followed by a familiar face he'd never gotten the name of. "Amonee!" the young blueblood exclaimed in delight. He hadn't gotten word from Caiden though, so maybe it was for the best that he left the orangeblood alone. SO, he turned his attention to the two greenbloods that had also scurried under the table, what had them so freaked out? "Why are you-- Oh, are you here about the one under the blanket? If so, I'm sorry, I don't know what I did, I suspect I startled him, somehow," Azrael gave a sidelong glance at the blanket and then turned back to the other two trolls. "But he hasn't said anything so I was just about to--" just then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He tried to quickly turn to catch the perpetrator but only resulted in him tangling his feet and falling onto his side on top of the gift. He could feel heat rising in his cheeks as he lifted himself up to look at whoever it was trying to steal his gift.

It was a young redblood, both she and two others watched him make an utter fool of himself. Great. he cleared his throat to try and chase away the embarrassment. Hopefully, he hadn't CRUSHED the gift or broken what was inside. "Tch, you startled me," was all he could say at the moment. After being startled, his mind had gone completely black and he was trying to be as calm as possible. He'd seen what could happen if he lost his temper with a lowblood before and he didn't want to cause ANOTHER scene.

Yamashii

biggrin HIII! LOOKING CUTE TODAY....I mean, erm, hello, I still haven't found your hive and you haven't visited me yet.

Doutei

:T hello whats your name

Micillia

I don't bite, c'mon out

"Oh hello there! It was..." He pursed his lips, thinking. He'd overheard a few troll chatting to her. It occurred to him it began with an E. "Elidae right? Yes I certainly did. It sounded like fun, and has been!" He replied with a fanged smile, and a rather sheepish nod of his head.

Stryke felt an increasing amount of discomfort the longer Kursha kept his attention squarely on him. The visible notes of tension in the taller troll, and the way he kept looking at him was worrisome. If his cover was blown here and now, there was no telling what the outcome would be. His pump biscuit beat wildly like a caged animal. Even the hair on the back of his neck raised. All while he kept that small pleasant smile on his face.

"No, not that I'm aware of." He raised a brow at Kursha's wink, and shook his head good naturedly at Elidae's question. Although of course he was lying. If only she knew the half of it. He then turned his attention to the snaggletoothed, freckled troll. Maybe it was for the best she didn't, this was just supposed to be an easy going outing. Not a hellish nightmare. Blinking for a moment as he listened to her speak.

Until she looked between them, and mentioned stealing something. Soon she was infact pointing at him. The troll remained patient, and even gave her a lazy smirk. "Hm?" He realized a little late Kursha was grabbing what he'd just traded him. Instead he'd watched her swing the gift like a pendulum on a clock there for a moment.

Narrowing his eyes on the greenblood, it was clear enough he was doing it for the cheerful yellowblood. Namely more likely it was meant to be antagonistic. Kursha's words matched his actions as he snatched the present away. Stryke started to reach for it before letting his hand drop to take what once was Elidae's. When he saw the flash of his cross hairs in his pupils however, the ‘redblood’ let out a gasp of surprise. does he have powers, and i jussst didn't notice? Stryke actually took a small step back, his boot churching on the ground below. As he moved a dim yellow aura seemed to materialize from the short teen. Worse, it made him glow like a lit lantern for those few seconds. The distorted bubble-like circle around him gleamed in the dark night of the otherwise pleasant evening.

"Um..a trade you said, yeah?" Stryke cleared his throat past the nervous lump. "Certainly! I don't mind." He gave the greenblood troll a pointed look for startling him, but let it go. Just as quickly as it appeared, the glimmer faded from around him like a switch.

"Sorry,” He quickly apologized as he tried to pull at his own energy to keep it from omitting it’s power. Taking in a deep breathe, the troll exhaled. He tried his damndest to ignore his heightened state of awareness that came with his given power. "Still getting the hang of that." He added under his breath. He took the package that had more or less been 'offered' to him not sure what to make of the abrupt exchange as he glanced down at his boots.

Hazmas watched Frossa vanish into the crowd and rubbed at the his cheeks as if to rub away the blossoming blush that still colored them. Three purple bloods in one night, and finally one who didn't hate him completely.

'Give it time,' his inner cynic whispered from the back of his head, causing him to frown as he looked down at his gift. It was pretty nice - nicer than his last one. He almost considered keeping it when he bumped into a jumpy looking yellow blood.

"Sorry," he said offhandedly and quirked an eyebrow at the other kid's gift. It was one of the nicer gifts wrapped in red and white.

'There's still time before the game's over,' he thought glancing at the mall clock. 'Maybe they'd be willing to trade?'

Hazmas paused and held up his own gift. "Hey, you wanna swap?"

The whole scenario seemed bizarre to her, no matter how much she tried to simply ignore it. Whatever was going on between the blood opposing trolls seemed to go right over her head, but the strange tension in the air definitely did not go unnoticed.

“Wh-wh- uhh, huh?” Sputtering over her words, Elidae tilted her head in response to Kursha. Before she could make any kind of protest, he already stepped forward, looming over Nozdor. She made a small, involuntary noise of objection. The redblood seemed startled as Kursha snatched the gift from him; was it just Kursha not being nice scaring him, or... something else?. A flicker of vexation sparked in her eyes, accompanied by subtle narrowing. All of this dissolved however, when she noticed the light appearing around Nozdor. Then, after she blinked, it disappeared. A power, perhaps?

When he took the bag she still held out, Elidae blinked in response, surprised by his passivity. Clearly, the next course of action would be to take the stolen bag offered by Kursha... right..? In the moment, the yellowblood felt a sudden feeling of mischief, an idea. She smiled at him glancing at her from over his shoulder, and then inched a little closer to him.

“Well, if that's how you think it should be done, theeen...!” She made an attempt to thieve the brown package from his other hand, disregarding the one he took from Nozdor. After a few seconds of awkward fumbling and squeaking, once she had it secured in her hands, she swiftly slipping around him. "A-ha!" Taking a quick step back, she stood next to the redblood and held the box up playfully, concealing the bottom half of her face as she peered at him behind it. One could tell by the way her eyes crinkled she was smiling. There was an innocent flutter of her lashes. "Did I do it right?" She asked, then turned her head to face the redblood and stuck out her tongue between her teeth, not visible to Kursha.

leon_a_darkangel

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@Green: Kursha can obvs take the gift back if he rolls higher :3

Ⅱ Autumn Vikare

Autumn tried not to look too amused at the seadweller's impertinent request. Really, where were her manners? Hadn't her lusus taught to show basic courtesy conversation? That was not fair though, Autumn realised. Her own lusus had never uttered so much as a “please” or “thank you”. Instead she had picked up proper decorum from the rest of the villagers. Not everyone was so lucky to grow up in Phoenix Initiative however.

Autumn extended her gift bag towards the seadweller, all the while matching her scowl with a saccharine smile. She hated to give up the lovely present, but the one the seadweller had was not that bad. “Only because you asked so nicely~.” she teased. Suddenly over the seadweller's shoulder, she saw Caterpal. His tail blinked out a quick message. Ever so slightly she shook her head. He deflated and she returned her attention to the troll in front of her.

“In exchange however, you have to give me your name.” Taking one end of her boa, she twirled it around her hand. “I'm Autumn Vikare.” She offered a grin that showed all her teeth.

Frossa's cheeks were starting to ache from how hard she was smiling, indeed relishing in how Nucleo stuttered and fidgeted under her presence.

"Why, thank you." Her voice was dripping with self satisfaction as she accepted the bag. When the greenblood began his retreat, she cupped one small hand up to her cheek and let out a soft gasp. "Oh my~!" Glancing over to Amonee, she feigned a look of concern with expertise. "Do you think I upset the poor dear?" Her eyes were wide with worry, and she stuck her bottom lip out and purposefully quivered. Internally, she danced around in circles and laughed.

Glancing down at the new bag in her hands, Frossa let out a small giggle and shook her head. "I sort of know her..." A little glitter-polished finger reached out to jab the portrait of Odette in the face. It wasn't as if they were friends or anything- Frossa hadn't been particularly impressed by what had come out of the redblood's mouth, nor had they really exchanged words. "Well, we were both on the same mission awhile back. Alifax was there too!" She continued nonchalantly, placing the bag on the ground and slid it over to Nucleo. "This fabulous jadeblood rainbowdrinker gave us all vials of some elixir, to..." Frossa trailed off and rolled her head slowly, suppressing another giggle. "Help 'cure' another rainbowdrinker's immortality." She immediately held one hand up and pre-emptively waved off any of Amonee's concerns. "But the other jadeblood was a bad egg. Responsible for lots of suffering, an enemy to the nation, all that."

She stopped, tapping her chin with one finger. A laugh finally bubbled past her lips. "I suppose it sort of sounds like plot of a film, doesn't it?"

Frossa gestured to Amonee's gift. "But enough about me*. Would you like to swap, dear~?" She was eager to get this over with and head to dinner, making a mental note to invite Amonee later (hopefully in front of Nucleo).



*it's always time to talk about Frossa.

He hadn't even begun talking, but he wasn't going to turn the swap down. He waved absently to the fleeing greenblood, then examined the new box. At least it wasn't bright green. Definitely yellower than Frossa probably liked, though. Were there any...

Ahh, he saw a familiar face holding a patterned bag stuffed with tissue over there. He could certainly approach Nahori.

"Hey," he told his friend, holding his yellow and grey wrapped box up for her. It looked...sensible, he thought. "Nahori. Swap?"