Burtelga curiously entered the shop like the rest of the group, aimlessly looking around trying to avoid eye contact. In his aimlessness, he tried to find something that would catch his eye. Shops like these always got him excited, so a mild pulse of lime-colored and -scented force rippled through the room like a tuning fork without the sound. Catching himself, Burtelga cursed under his breath, continuing to look around aimlessly, embarrased. "God," he murmured, "Why now?"

As if on cue the man slowly slid his way towards the shop, his body gliding easily over the air on his arrowboard. "Wassup wassup party people?" He asked, bringing his board to a gentle stop in front of the two girls.

Phoenix sighed. "You would think a tournement like this would at least be more interesting...I hope there are cute boys in the audience!" she said, "That would make things more fun."