The ghoul screamed and flailed about, the goop from the frogs' skin streaking across skin and fabric and hair, making an unholy mess of the girl. Dekana was laughing as he ducked back over the edge, bucket still in hand so she'd never know what hit her. When she ran off covered in goo and frogs, one tangled in her hair ribbiting away, Dekana had to breathe deeply to keep his sides from hurting. That had been great!
When he dropped down from the overhang, the boil nearly landed on the laughing form of Rosy. "Oi!" Dekana shouted, contorting so as to avoid knocking against the stranger, eyes narrowed, "What're you up to?" Was she going to tattle? He didn't really feel like a week of detention, thanks.