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Being a man of little worries (more or less), M didn't really mind the pickpockets and greedy carnie-folk, as they could easily be avoided or ignored. However, the bit that was bothering him right now was how to find Dul in the midst of this crowd. Not only were there many people to get lost amongst, and not only had M been forced to walk behind this rather large wall of a man for the past fifteen minutes (he cleared a path in the people), but Mort was half-napping on his shoulders and his arms were proving to be effective sight impediments. That and M's lack of a Portable Nagging Device (i.e: cellphone) hindered further Dulcea locating.

It was times like this when he seriously considered signing up for one of those Cellphone plans like everyone kept telling him to. If he had, he could just call up Dul and say "Hey, it's Ruka, where are you?" and Bam! There she'd be.

But noooooo. Had to be a rebel.

...A monitarily deficient rebel...

Mort was, although not showing it very much, thoroughly enjoying himself. Da made a very good pony, in his opinion, no matter how slow, and there were a lot of interesting people around to look at. For example, there was the big man in front of them in whose bald and shiny head Mort could see the reflections of lights and colorful decorations. Then there were the ladies in the colorful, feathery costumes in front of that tent over there, and that other lady with the big cat! Mort's attention was captured by her and her tiger for an even twenty-six seconds until he spotted a boy balancing on a rope a couple yards away, which was, in Mort's honest opinion, too high off the ground but still looked like a big amount of fun.

"Buh!" He said, and reached a small hand out, enthralled by the boy's poofy tail.

M blinked and glanced up, grinned upon spotting Teagan and made his way in that direction.

"Having trouble?" He asked Dulcea upon arrival.

"I've been alright. Not getting much sleep lately," M admitted, grinning a bit. "Got a job at the newspaper and been up writing all night. This one's a darling though, hardly cries at all or anything."

Mort, meanwhile, still rather enraptured with the boy on the wire, seemed pleased enough when he came down low enough to touch. "Ummm," He said in a serious manner as a greeting and reached out, taking a hold of, first, Teagan's nose and then opted for the more fuzzy ear.

"I'm worried about that crack, though," M continued with a little frown. "Just got here and already he has something to resent me for."

"Yeah, well." He sighed slightly and attempted to peek up at the two kids, for a moment considered de-attaching Mort from Tea's ear but, as it didn't seem to be much trouble, changed his mind. "He doesn't seem to mind much yet. It isn't bothering him much, at least."

"Mour," said the smaller one in introduction, at the same time attempting to turn his head and look up to see what Teagan was doing with his stem. He gave up after a few moments of wiggling and rested his chin on M's head, pulling gently on Teagan's ear.

His brow furrowed slightly in frustraation. He wanted to hang upside down too! He looked up at Teagan's feet from over his sunglasses. "Bah!" He whined, reaching up with one hand to the wire and pulling harder on Teagan's ear with the other. "Buuuaahhh!"

M looked up at Teagan, then attempted to get a look at Mort who, even from this angle, didn't seem to be much against the idea.

"Well," He said, frowning a little. Mort took this as a yes, apparently, because he grabbed on to Teagan's hair and said something that sounded like 'mop.' "Okay," he sighed. "But don't go up too high. Just right here, so I can catch him."

"Mop," Mort said again.