#spiralefes.

The vampire is eyeing this tiny little man as he wanders from vendor to vendor, fascination bubbling in her eyes. She had never seen someone who looked so old, yet was even shorter than she was! Not to mention the letter on his forehead made it all that much more weird. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she approached, tapping the top of his head without a care in the world to as if he’d be okay with that, or if he had been busy trying to get something of his back.

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So, Agent 3 really needs to make some actual friends, and I feel like the festival is a perfect opportunity! Please, like this post if you want to meet 3 at one of the various events this month! Some of the ones they are most likely to go to include: 

A ROARIN’ BOREALIS SKATING RINK

ANDROID HELL

FOXKIND MUSIC FESTIVAL

REFRESHING FRUITS

NOBODY’S BORED! WALK 

CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

     “You don’t seem to be using all of the tools given to you in order to win this treasure hunt. No use in using the pig, you’ve deducted?”

“Why is the food here so much more filling than the food in the fridge..?” Flandre was mostly talking to herself- and through a mouthful of food, at that, as she shoveled even more red stuff from one vendor she had found into her mouth. Despite her tiny appearance of a young girl, she had quite the appetite, though it made sense... she hadn’t had any blood at all for the entire day she was here up until finding this stand, and now that she had tasted blood again, she didn’t want to give it up.

Not that she realized that blood was the secret ingredient in these dishes. Yet. 

She nearly choked on the cake she was eating when she noticed the muscled man standing behind her, though. (Not that it would of mattered, since she was undead.) He looked so powerful! Wow!

Now in a bit of a rush, she was quick to gulp down the last of her cake, throwing the paper plate into the trash and glancing around to see if he was still there.

While Flandre hadn’t initially found any interest in a skating rink, the more she had looked into it, the more attractive the place had become to the little vampire. It was only at night, and full of pretty, flashy colors! What more could she want? Her decorative wings alone made it extremely clear that Flandre was the type to like style. 

With that in mind, it was no surprise that she had shown up a few nights later, renting a pair of red LiteSkates with what little dust she had to go and skate her heart out. Unfortunately, keeping her balance was a lot more difficult than it appeared at first glance- even with her wings. Perhaps even especially with her wings.

“Look ouuuuuut!” 

“What’s that?” A pale finger is pointing at the man, as well as the food he was holding. Flandre had finally managed to eat her fill of all the food she wanted from the mysterious vendor selling only red food, but she was still wandering around the area, curious about all the other dishes. None of them seemed as appetizing as the ones she had already chowed down on, but the anti-social little vampire was still going to try and sneak a bite off of people’s plates when they weren’t looking. Rude.

“Sooo, big green mister! What are you gonna buy here?”  Flandre, having grown bored of begging people for money to help her buy the painting of her elder sister, was now following anyone who looked even slightly interesting like an incessant puppy. She was watching whatever they looked at closely, trying to see if it was something she wanted too- even if it was from their world. Don’t be cruel, Flandre.

Right now, she was following a certain orc, skipping along after him no matter where he went. Hopefully he didn’t want to try and lose her, because the little vampire was highly persistent and wasn’t going to be deterred very easily.