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Kicking the box of stuff he was supposed to put on the table further behind it, a certain skinwalker surveyed his handywork, tilting his head a little as if to admire his masterpiece before moving behind it, flopping down onto the chair.

The little card that said 'Closed' was still there.

(OPEN)

The booth went flying over his head, but Nuk didn't move an inch as he watched it, his glowing amber eyes following it as it went WHOOSH right over him, crashing angrily behind him. In fact, he merely tipped his chair further backward onto it's back two legs, teetering there dangerously before he let it fall back on all four, getting up slowly and moving to go pick back up his 'booth.'

"Sure, we'll go with that."

Picking up the table, he set it back up in front of her, moving around it and bending down to set the poorly-made 'Bruteball' sign, setting it back up against one of the legs. When he was done, he straightened in front of her, holding out his hand palm up for his little 'closed' card.

Nuk's fingers curled slowly around the card as she placed it in his hand, grinning toothily at her as she gave him that confident look, his own eyes glittering with amusement. "Oh, I never doubt your skills Riley. Every time you show me something new, it's a thrill. A pleasure," he replied in a tone he reserved especially to unnerve someone, a low, sickly sweet croon that sounded just a bit off with the sound of his husky rumble of a voice. Of course, he knew he didn't unnerve her, nor could he he was sure, but sometimes he just liked to, for the sake of feeling like a predator again. As of recently, he'd deviated more and more from the person he'd set out to be upon joining this school -- he'd meant to be a bully, eager to shove kids into lockers and shove their heads into toilets. He'd wanted to stalk and scare even the other students, so much so that everyone loathed the sound of name of he and his gang. Now...?

Now his brothers would be ashamed of him.

The thought made his muscles ripple visibly under his skin, his expression going a little dark as he withdrew his hand. His only consolation was he'd be on the right track soon enough... the need to intimidate was a good sign. Straightening a little, his expression leveled, and he set the card down before leaning against the table, obviously not expecting anyone to come. The student council booth? Definitely. This one? Probably not. Glancing at Riley as she spoke up again, he smirked a little dryly, snickering at her teasing. Or what he assumed was teasing -- her voice was hard to read.

"Are you sure you want to do that, sugar?" he teased back, putting an infliction on the term of endearment, as if making a jab at her addiction to sweets, "You seem to think I have the best of intentions."

Altair missed the entire table flipping event, coming up a few moments after the mindflayer returned to her own table, pausing when he saw the disarray of their both and Nuk sitting there serenely, almost dropping the bruteball he was holding under one arm. It gnashed its teeth unappreciatively and growled. He punched it, coming up to Nuk, one eyebrow raised. "Skinwalker, I hope you know the table is supposed to be right side up and in front of you..."

There was the distinct air of amusement about him when Riley glanced up at the word 'sugar,' watching her look around for it before grinning devilishly when she looked at him with disappointment. His grin only broadened with her naive implication that he couldn't do much ill-will with her photo, although he did not correct her, instead just watching her walk away. (And damn did he like to watch her go.) If he was disappointed by her sudden departure, he sure didn't show it, anyway -- sitting back down to recline in the chair, instead he took it easy, shooing away most everyone who came over to the booth, pointedly telling them to 'read the damn sign' with the sign being the little half-assed 'closed' card that had returned to the front of the desk. The skinwalker made no effort to put up any of the things he had brought with him, either -- the box remained untouched as he tilted his chair backward onto two legs, playing with fire as he stared at the ceiling, obviously bored. In all reality, he should have set it up. He knew it. But with the work he was already putting into Prom, including it's booth (which was not set up as of yet either, although it would be, and would be much more labor-intensive than this one,) he just... didn't want to do it.

Besides, real men didn't care about frilly frufru bullshit. And that's who they were looking for -- REAL MEN.

Speak of the devil, Nuk's eyes flicked down to glance at the incubus as he heard the growl of the bruteball tucked under his arm, unamused by the seemingly obviousness of his comment. "What a keen observation," he replied sarcastically, making up for the lack of it in Altair's by letting it seep into every word, "Thank you Pretty Boy, what would I ever do without you?" Letting the chair tilt back on all four legs, he gave his Center a mirthless smirk. They were on talking terms now, at least. Not a week before, and you would have been hard pressed to get them into the same room together without there being a distinct tension between them, if not a violent fight. Now they at least could talk mildly civilly... they could even be considered friends. Now there was a scary thought.

"Did you come to relieve me of my duties? Or did you want to set up the Prom booth, since fruity is more your thing than mine?"

The joke was a little more playful this time, and he leaned forward a bit to rest his forearms on the table, grinning a bit wider. The grin, however, was short lived -- Amber eyes flicked to the side as he noticed a flash of silver in the crowd, his expression going dark as Shehk approached. In fact, he seemed to bristle a bit as she spoke to the demon, watching her through slightly narrowed, if not cold gaze, leaning back in the chair to fold his arms across his chest. By the time she greeted him he had already glanced away, instead apparently ignoring her for the moment, although her voice brought his eyes back to her. Molten amber slid down as she held out the bag, looking at it for a second before he returned his entire focus on her, a little more broody than before.

"Thanks."

Sports season? SPORTS SEASON?! Like gym class, Bul was all over the bruteball booth like snot on a snot ball. Having managed to sneak away from the Fitness booth for quite some time now, the half beast had paced around the hall of booth setups waiting to see everything that would be representin' but the turnout was nothing but clubs and classes he had little interest in. (with the exception of Fitness of course.)

Nuk appeared to be in charge of of the bruteball setup which wasn't too surprising to Bul. "Well why didn't you ******** tell me bruteball season was finally coming up??" he asked the skinwalker before glancing to Altair with a smirk. "I would trade paintballing for this anyday, wouldn't you guys?" he said. They did do a much better job in the free for all than he'd expected but they still really did suck.

He hadn't made it in time to talk to Shehk but did see her skittering off.

What was.. that about?

The jikininki was drawn to this specific booth like a moth to a flame. He'd been hoping and waiting for a bruteball team to form at the academy, and now it looked like it was in the works. Seiji was, to put it lightly, stoked. There had been the vague temptation to go seek Aislin out once again, but figuring she was doing a fine job of showing herself around and keeping entertained, he decided he was over due a little 'Me' time.

Spotting Bul easily over the crowd, the hungry ghost made his way up to his side, knocking him gently in the shoulder with his human fist. "Hey man, knew I'd find you here."

It wasn't surprising to see Nuk in charge of the booth, and the ghost boil tossed the skinwalker a quick grin before turning a matching one towards Altair, then Riley. Brows shooting up at Shehk's departing backside. She seemed to be in a rush.

Further curiosity on the actions and motives of the ghoul were cut short as a paintball came zooming from out of nowhere and exploded against his friend's head. "s**t."