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“Holy shit, this band is killing it! I don’t even know their name but damn, they’re good!” Diamond shouted over the loud music playing live on the stage, mostly just talking to herself as she enjoyed the show. She couldn’t even help the way her body moved to the smooth beat, as was its natural habit whenever she heard a good rhythm - it was just the way it was trained, after a near full decade and a half of conditioning. Feeling someone come up beside her, Diamond turned to them, a grin lighting up her whole face in her enjoyment of her current experience, “Come on, come on, you know you wanna dance!” she exclaimed, shamelessly dancing in place.

“Where is that game where you throw the baseball at the milk jugs? I am ready to win.”

Max had let Oliver choose his face painting and he really had no idea what was drawn on his face when he got up from the chair with cat whiskers and nose. As Oliver found his next point of interest, Max moved to chase after him and ran into someone on his way. “Oh! I’m so sorry.” He grabbed their shoulders to steady the person, but let them go quickly. Oliver grabbed Max’s hand, tugging on it. “I’m trying to keep up with an energetic five-year-old.” He added with a laugh.