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Glancing when a ghoul approached, the banshee stood and nodded to the faun she had been speaking to, picking up Gremele and following after the girl.

"Thank you. Eavesdropping? I don't mind, actually. It isn't a big deal." She sighed in relief, watching the girl run off and approach ghouls and boils. tightening her hold on Gremele.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're just compensating for something in your unlife?" Pepin asked with the turn of her head and a grin. They were both undead anyway... sorta.

Backing off slightly she kissed her fingers and turned herself around looking over her shoulder about to place them on her a** until suddenly-

"But a lot of people don't have skellyphones. Not everyone needs one!"

...Pepin was certain the ghoul did not understand the reason for why she'd been searching him for one in the first place. "No of course not-" she teased with a friendly smile. Belladonna was not there to be rude, why take an unnecessary jab at such a cutie?
Her eyes did wander back to Richard now who got another unpleasant grin his way, her body floating lightly off the ground again. She could pester him all. Day. if she wanted.

"Eeee!" Having balance on high shoes was a well practiced art but the tiny monster ghoul was not expecting to have taller boys fall into her! Especially not two boils! "AHMIJACK!"

She bobbled forward, arms waving and large handbag whipping dangerously around. He tail waved desperately for balance but it was futile as she tumbled into the despondent ghoul she'd just spoken to.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?' Ura's head spun to see the culprits, a boil in dark feathers and another sullen looking one, and she felt her anger bubbling up. OF COURSE it would be boils!

"So clumsy!" Her conscience told her to chill, if only a little, so she wouldn't leave a bad impression on the ghoul she was talking with. Her mothers had told her to look out for boils and not let their foolishness affect her so much.

Ura took a breath and huffed, dark eyes glaring a bit. "You both could at least help two ghouls up?" She said expectantly of the demon.

The interruption of the girl who felt the need to touch him was unwelcome (though he didn't say anything on it, no real need since she kept on moving), and Richard shrugged it off as being buzzed at by a fly. He turned his attentions back to Pepin and smiled, the skin on his face stretching again.

"You are downright charming, you know that? I do believe you are the belle of the ball here, a diamond among the dung! A rose midst the thorns, and other bullshit phrases like that." His charm was slowly wearing away but that didn't mean that Richard was going to give upo either. Anything Pepin could play, he could play too and much longer? Why? Because it was fun.

"I can't imagine how I've gone my entire day without meeting someone of such class, such elegance!"

"Well thank you~" Pepin giggled with that same smartass smirk. "When the day comes that they review you for Amityville-" she paused and put a hand to her cheek feigning surprise. "Or ANY school for that matter in Halloween that they actually use your application papers,"

Folding her arms loosely behind her back she then finished with- "To at least wipe their butts."

Freya finally stood up and then sat on the table, and watched the back and forth between Pepin and her new friend. She still held Lattice in one hand, and reached out to hold Pepin with her other. As long as she kept her ghouls, she was still confident, and capable.

But she still had no foxfires.

"Ach, I thinks I am goings teh go buy my gifts now, hokay?" She squeezed Pepin's hand, and then let go. She gave all the boils and newcomers a coy, flirty wave. "Bye bye, boils~."

Amarus didn't really realize the significance behind touching his hand, as touch did not mean a whole lot to her any more. After all, she was a ghost; she was only tangible if she was trying.

And she certainly did try, but that didn't really mean she could stay fully tangible, either. In any case, nothing she was doing was clearly helping at all. Which was about the point where she decided to stop trying-- yes, that had been Amarus' version of trying to help. That was likely about the point she just returned to her typical empty state. "I guess that happens. Can't be interested in everything. And what made you interested in this one in the first place?" she held up one of the films, raising one brow.

"I'm Amarus.. are you always so sad? You're ... molting. Or something." She tilted her head, the bells ringing. She typically really liked avian features; even her Treat acted like it was a bird. But this boil seemed very determined not to be happy. What could anyone do about someone who seemed so desperate to be down? Or was it just her presence that was making him so upset?

Abruptly, there seemed to be a lot going on around them-- who were all these others? Amarus winced at the ghoul with a particularly shrill voice.



Never one to shy away from enthusiasm, or even a crowd, Van just beamed at Ren and Belladonna as they talked, an insufferably happy look on his face. He especially loved attention, in fact, so when Belladonna turned her wide smile on the pup, Van just glowed with enthusiasm. "Belladonna! Hey, hey, nice to meet you, I'm Cervantes of the Devil's Dandy Dogs," he replied, and as a gesture of good faith, he returned her curtsey with a bow of his own, his tail providing a single flick to the right as a flourish. "I did, I played a long time ago, though! It was fun, I wasn't very good-- I'm not very good at a lot of games. Bad luck, yeah." Van didn't really know who the Princess Decay thing was, and he wasn't sure what was going on, really.

"I just kinda bumped into him. I'm shopping for my favourite boil, really. Lots of scarves and fluffy things. Maybe some slippers..." Van chewed on his lower lip, incissors pricking the skin and drawing blood. He clearly didn't notice, nor care.

Van blinked his eyes, long lashes catching the emberlight of his eyes, before he cocked his head at the hoofed boil who seemed so irate. It was the closest to an apology Van would probably ever bestow, since Van didn't really see how it was a big deal. One of Van's ears, the not-floppy one, twitched impatiently as he attempted to maintain eye contact with Alette. His expression seemed remarkably familiar to Van: it was just like the look he saw in his family, when they were about to embark on the Hunt. But, naturally, that couldn't be true; this boil had no pack, and no one would run the Hunt for something this trivial. So it didn't occur to him that he could have angered Alette in any significant way. He just shrugged, as soon as Alette broke the stare, and glanced back at Belladonna and Ren, shrugging, with a baffled look on his face.

He beamed widely when Ren reminded him that he was the skariokart president. "Yeah, can't forget a thing like that! I was happy there, you were all nice to me. Was a welcome change from losing at all the games. Such is the luck of a Dandy Dog, I guess," he admitted, with a mock-sad smile.

Then there was the monster thing that bumped into him, and Van took that in stride, too. "No big deal, hey," he told the ... whatever it was.

Freya kind of did want a discount, actually. She lifted her finger to tell Pepin to come with them for just that reason, when her phone beeped with a little chime that sounded suspiciously like My boilfriend's back. She flipped her phone open and read the text she had just received.



Freya's face pinched as she giggled, biting her lip in pure happiness. Her fingers flew across the keys, typing up a happy little reply.