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Flopsy snarfs a few, "Should come in carrot cake flavor"

"I'll write a strongly-worded letter for you," Sylvi assures the hare.

"Maybe Mom could make some."

Symon hears the girls going by, and heck, he even sees that they're ..different, like him, well, not like him, like trolls.

"I bet your mom could cook anything."

"I bet you're right."

"Okay, Siv...so, let's say you're hanging out here on your own. What's one thing you want to be careful about?"

Siv munches "if you hear my parents talk, anything remotely ladish"

A prickle of glamour from the other kinain has him glance up from his brooding walk, and he hesitates, watching them pass by. A wriggle at his backpack, the main pouch left several inches unzipped, and he lays a hand on it, leaning in to whisper into the pocket. "Not now, it's too busy in here." Though, curious, he finds his steps following behind them - not close, but far enough back to see if they go into any place interesting.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sylvi bemoans. "My dad's all, 'come here, boy, let me tell you about my weapons collection' whenever a guy has shown an interest. He even did it to Colton."

"Hey, they mean well - right?"

Siv says "Oh, Colton's a cream puff." A smile

Dag slows, checking the stores ahead. "Sylvi, you said there's comics somewhere, right?"

She gives Siv a bit of a that's-mine pout, then to Dagmar, "Well, yours too, right? They mean well?"

"Uhhhh...yeah, over here someplace. It's little. Easy to miss."

"I guess. They're okay so far."

"Hey, fag" A shove, and Symon realizes he got distracted, which for his kith is very ...embarrasing. "Watch where you're going." The shove is from the other, not him... bullies are supposed to have finesse now a days. Dirk didn't get the memo

Sylvi's about to lead them down a side corridor when she hears the bullying behind them and turns to look.

A moment late, a slooowwww turn from Dag as well.

Dirk has, over the last year, only gotten bigger. Yellowish teeth built like askew chopping blades, a piercing in his eyebrow of a steel SKULL

A scowl. "Dammit..." she mutters, then louder calls out, "Hey, Dirk!"

Cuz Skullz are cool and... "Huh?"

Dirk turns sees Sylvi, and snorts. "What?"

"Lay off him." She approaches the two.

"Or you'll what? Try trick me again?"

She leans in and mutters to the redcap....

...which the sluagh can probably hear. "Or I'll tell everybody how I caught you playing with a doll."

He is shoved, and sinks back with it curling his arms protectively around his bag. "L..l...Leave off!" He wheezes, glancing around. His bag SQUIRMS again, and he is now trying to hold it shut as well as spy an exit!

Dag watches, looking warily between the two new players... her arms are folded, and she rather resembles a large blue wall.

Dirk pauses, whatever was said, has mad his brain process....though it only has one speed, slow.

For all he knows, these are friends of Dag, horsing around. Oh, and they're big. Damn, why was he being so stupid - stay below the radar, that's the ticket...

Sylvi looks past the redcap to the sluagh. "Come on." She nods for him to join them.

Siv was ready for a fight, hand near her Cutlass. Yes, she has a cutlass

The redcap's processing.

processing...file must be found somewhere.

A grunt from the big blue rock. "Ain't gonna do nuthin' to you, Jack Skellington."

"Come on." Sylvi repeats, concerned that the redcap's going to find a gear to shift into in a moment.

"Fine," Dirk finally says "but if word gets out.." Low whispers, and narrowed eyes, "I'll know who to blame" He speaks louder, "You got lucky, loser. Go behind their skirts." that last to Symon

His dark eyes glinting from behind hanging locks, and he hesitates, unsure, as Sylvi beckons him. "Already spent my allowance. If y...you want the rest you can have it... I can go if this is your turf." But, glancing from the redcap who seems about to pop from exertion of thinking, he moves over in the blue direction.

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"Oh, I'm shaking in my shoes." Sylvi doesn't seem to be doing anything of the sort, and she acts as part of the big blue wall for the sluagh to get behind.

His eyes narrow and he glares at Dirk, his shoulder shaking as he trembles, upset, without a sound, and clutches his bag tight. He whispers, to himself? "N...not worth it. He'd ju..just give you indigestion." Weird kid.

The bag the sluagh clutches shifts a bit.

A silent eyebrow at the bag.

Even Flopsy has taken on a superhero-esque pose, an honorable defender.

Siv snorts at Dirk, "Why don't you go pick on the ugly kid 20 feet that way"

He turns, and looks ocnfused, the only thing there is a reflective mirrored pillar

"Let's go." Sylvi turns her back on Dirk, and nods the others in the way of the comic book store.

They make their way towards where graphic novels, trades and the like abound. It also sells models , super t shirts, posters and so on.