for him | skephalo, fluff

duck plushie

We went around in the Ferris Wheel twice. We all agreed the view was beautiful and waited to go again. We snapped a couple photos and agreed to come back here during Halloween.

We got off the Ferris Wheel and started playing at the game booths. We played a tight rope walking one, a game where we had to shoot water in a clown's mouth, and a game where you throw balls in fish bowls.

We found a booth with a wall of balloons. You pick up a dart, throw it at a balloon and a note will drop. You either get a prize or a punishment. We payed the worker to play.

Darryl went first. He hit a bright orange balloon. A note fell and a worker picked it up. "Bubble machine." The worker handed Darryl a small bubble machine and the piece of paper. Darryl turned it on, spraying Vincent with bubbles. Vincent groaned as Darryl giggled.

It was Vince's turn. He picked up a dart on the counter. He threw it at a dark green balloon. A note fell out a the worker looked at it a smirked. "Pie in the face."

Darryl and I burst out into laughter. Vincent mumbled under his breathe. The worker came around with a pie and a bucket of water. The worker smashed the pie in Vincent's face with a mischievous grin. She handed Vince the bucket to clean his face with.

Vincent looked annoyed as Darryl and I laughed at him. Darryl wiped some filling off Vincent's face and licked it off his finger. That made me and Vincent jump back a little.

Darryl noticed us and started laughing even harder. I couldn't help but laugh too. His laugh was continuous. Vincent cleaned his glasses and face. He glared daggers at us which made us laugh even more.

"Shut up before I ruin the sweater." He looked at me signaling at the sweater Darryl was wearing.

"You wouldn't." I tried calling the bluff but he wasn't bluffing. He picked up the bucket, now half full, directed it at Darryl and raised an eyebrow to me.

"Darryl. Take off my sweater right now."

"What? No! Not until we find a bathroom."

"I'm telling you, take it off!" I practically screamed. "Vince is going to ruin it!" I tried pulling the sweater off of Darryl but he pushed it down.

"I can't."

"I know you have a shirt under. Just take it off before we both get-" I felt cold wash over water on me.

"Great." I muttered under my breath. Now both of us were soaked, including the sweater. I sighed. I guess it was my turn. I picked up a dart and aimed it to a deep purple balloon.

The worker picked up the note. She went to the back of the booth. While we waited for her return we talked.

"Now we both have to change." I gestured to me and Darryl's soaked clothes.

I took the bag of clothing Vince was holding and took out one of the sweaters we bought for Darryl. It was a glacier white. I took off my wet, sky blue sweat shirt and put the new one over my black T-shirt.

"You should change, too." I told Darryl. His hair and my sweatshirt were soaked.

"Not until we find a bathroom."

"Is that your new quote or something?" Vincent said rolling his eyes.

The worker came around the corner with a medium-sized duck plushie. She handed it to me and said, "Out of turns."

"Thanks." I said as the three of us walked away.

"That duckie is really cute!" Darryl exclaimed.