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"Hm? What's beautiful, Cat?" Aislin had been glancing around again to see if anyone would approach and so did not see as the weary boil rest his head on his arms. She turned to him when he said nothing, worried that perhaps he had indeed gotten upset with her to find the shadowy boil asleep.

A little smile curled her lips, showing an almost tender fondness in her expression that had yet to ever been seen before. Lightly the banshee reached out to ruffle a hand through Cat's hair. He seemed to murmur and shift, almost leaning up into the palm of her hand before settling back down. Ash got up from her seat and moved around the circumference of the table, reaching the side where Cat sat.

Leaning down the banshee gently placed a little kiss at the back of his head, patting his shoulders once more. She would let him sleep and wander the booths once more herself. He wouldn't mind.

((exiting to Human Studies))

Being who he was, Hurley was very, very inclined to doubt and suspect all motives of all others - especially the more handsome-looking ones. As such, here was the following thought process:

FIRST! He had sat here for a while with no service. Fine, he had zoned out, he got it. Still, nobody came to "wake him up". Conclusion: nobody cared that he was there.

Several others, a ghostly cat and a very pale ghoul had settled themselves, though the latter seemed to have left and the former had fallen asleep. Neither really became a blip on his mind.

SECOND! Ghouls were being serviced. Ghouls that didn't look half-bad - Jack, even the mummy looked dazzling. So it wasn't necessarily that they were short on staff. Conclusion: bias towards ghouls.

THIRD! He wanted his brain cupcake. He had no brain cupcake. Conclusion: PREJUDICE AGAINST NOT-SO-HANDSOME BOILS.

It didn't really click to Hurley that all it would have taken, y'know, was to speak his order aloud. Oh no. He wanted that same attention-grabbing treatment those others were having without having to lift a finger.

It was usually at this point that one or two of his boils would pop, and the boomer was quite surprised to note that they were well-tempered. Did the visitor's pass manage to keep those in check too? Hmm . . . He'd keep it if so. Yet at the same time, he wondered if anyone would notice if he slipped it off for just a few seconds and let loose a few on the unknowingly Host Club . . .

But then he recalled the punishment of strangulation which, though he was already dead, didn't sound pleasant. Grumbling, he sat up in his chair, found where Aksaja was, and growled, "Oy! When you're done oggling, I want some brain cupcakes and blood tea, fancy pants."

Because Jack only knew how bland the others would be. Spider? No thanks. Pumpkin? He avoided vegetables whenever possible; or was it a fruit? Either way, blech. And as for ghost tea, well . . . He suspected that was a rip off.

Like "Hello, sir, here is your ghost tea. Yes, it's supposed to be invisible, but we assure you that the air you're sipping is really there."

Oh dear, it seemed that someone was getting impatient! Aksaja glanced over toward Hurley's table, then bustled back over to grab a just-poured cup of blood tea and one of the brain cupcakes from behind the main booth table.

"So very sorry for the wait, here you are," he said, placing the requested items in front of the zombie boil with a little bow. The lightning dragon only hoped that he hadn't offended a potential return-guest by lingering to talk with some of the others.

Turning to glanced over at Deacon as he followed him, Aksaja nodded at that. "That's pretty much it, yes. If you want to go ahead and start, you can. Though it's definitely not a requirement or anything during this event. I may not have time to visit many other booths myself." Oh, and another order!

"Pumpkin Tea, coming right up!" he called, and within a few moments, there was a cup of the hot beverage sitting in front of Yuki.

"...fnnngh..."

Quite a while later, having managed to drift off rather comfortably after all the excitement, Cat began to stir at his table. He buried his face against his arms, making a few whining and huffing noises. He turned his head to the right, then to the left. More mumlbling noises, some sleepy huffing and whining, before he shifted to stretch his arms out straight on the table, arching his back slightly and lifting his head to give a wide yawn as his features lazily blinked back into existence.

Blearily, he lifted his head just enough to look around, eyes still blinking on and off occasionally.

The first thing he really noticed was that Aislin had left. He certainly didn't mind, as it made him feel immensely less guilty about falling asleep at the table. She hadn't been stuck there or wasted her time or anything, so, far from feeling abandoned or angry, Cat felt quite relieved.

Sitting up, he arched his back again, giving another long yawn, and shook himself slightly. Mm! All better, good as new~

Now somewhat more awake, he realized there was no use taking tea by himself, and got up from his seat to see if he couldn't find something to entertain himself while looking for Ash. If she wanted to find him, after all, he knew he would.

((exiting~))

"S'about time," Hurley muttered, eyeing the tea speculatively as Aksaja passed it onto him. Well, it wasn't going to eat itself . . . was it? He waited for a few more seconds, and then impatience overcame him - he then tipped the cup up high and guzzled what contents were within, not minding that some spilled over his mouth and down his chin.

Eh. Not bad, but he had better.

Taking the brain cupcake into his custody, he began munching on it as he left the booth, hoping more food was available at the new stands.

Aksaja smiled faintly as he watched guests sitting and talking, some simply drinking their tea and then leaving again, but all of them looking satisfied with the service and the offerings of food and drink. It seemed this little event was to be counted as a success.

Hearing another order come in, Aksaja spun around to spot Maitress and nodded quickly. "Coming right up, Miss!" He poured the first cup of Spider Tea for the day and also put together a small plate with the eyeballs and lips arranged in an odd sort of 'face'. Bringing both items to the ghoul's table, he bowed a little as he presented them. "Enjoy!" Tilting head then, he realized that he recognized her . . . from her photo on Groanspring. "Ah, you must be Maitress. I remember seeing you on Groanspring. I'm Aksaja, the President of the club."

Syb fidgeted as she was sat by Muka, playing with her fingers slightly as she looked around. The truth was, she wasn't used to this sort of thing at all. And Muka seemed so confident in it! With this scene she was starting to realize the difference in rank between the two of them, she thought as she watched him closely, trying to mimic his reactions.

Oh, but the place was so adorable, and the smell of the tea was divine! "Oh, I would like to try some," she said quietly, but with excitement. "Doesn't it seem so--so classy?" she asked him, her excitement overcoming her natural sense of inferiority. "It's just like in my books!" she added, fully won over by that thought.