[center][b][color=00ced1][h1]Boris[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

[@Zyngard][@Dartbored Fairy]


	While looking over the candy jars and thinking hard on his decision, Boris knew about the occasional glance from the girl in the store with him. A couple of times he turned his eyes to meet her glances, though biting his lip, wondering if maybe she had the same problem he did. Choosing candy sure was hard, so she might have needed help deciding. But she didn't say anything and Boris didn't interfere... at least not straight away. 

In the end, Boris just went ahead and decided on a few candy types from each of the jars. Why pick one type of candy when you can just have all of them? With his selection made, he headed to the counter where he heard the shopkeeper tell the little miss they were out of cookies. He also watched as the girl offered the man gold for the swirly candy she had chosen. Now, Boris wasn't a smart man, and sure, candy was a really good thing and somewhat of an expensive treat, not to mention one of the best inventions ever - but he didn't need to be smart to know that that much gold was way too much for Candy. 

Before the shopkeeper had a chance to respond to the gold Kura offered, Boris slammed down a large jar of cookies on the counter in front of the little miss. These cookies had chocolate bits, the same he took from the kitchen of the dead ladies house before chasing the bacon with ghost. Although the jar hitting the counter was loud, or even frightening, the big goofy smile on Boris's face may have set Kura at ease. 

"You don't have to buy cookies." Boris told her, as if his words would make everything okay; "I got these cookies from a dead lady. The dead lady doesn't have a stomach anymore, so she won't be needing them." He smiled in his most caring manner, and added; "You can reach into the jar and take as many cookies as you want, but I sure do hope you save some for Boris.” Boris’s eyes widened with suspense, telling her; “But you can have candy too..." He then took is sights from the girl and placed his own selection of candy on the counter. Beside the candy, he placed a small number of silver coins and slid them towards the shopkeeper.  His expression for the shopkeeper was a curled-lip look of menace - enough to scare the most formidable of men - making sure the shopkeeper thought twice about taking the girls gold - while at the same time Boris continued directing his words at the little girl, saying; “You better keep your gold, little miss. Boris can pay for your candy as well.”

While the girl and shopkeeper may have responded, and not wanting or even caring for change, Boris opened his candy tin; his tongue sticking out with concentration as he placed his candy in the tin, popped one minty sucker in his mouth, and sealed the lid. 

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[center][color=000000][h1][b]Madison[/b][/h1][/color][/center]


	It was a tremendous thing, if not a troubling, to see Madison finish devouring the amount of food she ordered. Many of the customers in the diner continued to watch the spectacle like they had paid good money for a freak show at a carnival. Their looks of awful disbelief changed to that of putrid horror when Madison then released a loud reverberating sound of flatulence.  Many sickened customers ran out of the diner like people escaping a gunman, spilling out onto the street, while inside, Madison stood from her seat and left a large gold piece on the table to pay for her meal. 

In the wake of the fleeing customers, Madison stepped outside the diner, appearing somewhat contented as she investigated the neighborhood with a slow look around. She had her next important matter of business to attend to; getting more gold. 

Like the wretched woman she was, she looked for a passer-by to ask - Her choice being a man of slight build who she grabbed by the collar, making him endure her stench as she pulled him close, breathing her breath of tooth decay and splutters of spit over his face as she demanded answers – 

“Tell me the best way to get me some gold around this dung hole!”