A few minutes later, Zane had finally managed to calm down. He sat in his red yukata while eating a small festival snack. "Do we really have to win all those prizes, Beelzebub? Can't we just go home..." Zane wished his demon could've represented anything BUT greed. Wanting everything was legitimately tiring. It wasn't just gold statues and fancy clothes like some people thought - true greed involved wanting even the most minor of things, all the way down to exclusive merchandise that they only offered as prizes at the fair. "No way! They have exclusive stuff! At the very least we need the exclusive calendar of popular Joyan idol group K-88! Their lead singer, Miyoshi, is set to..." Zane now spoke out loud, trying to do anything to get the voice of Beelzebub out of his head. "Alright, fine! We'll go back and try again!"
Beelzebub as happy as a child who's mom let him get icecream, Zane certainly felt like he was a father who had just caved to an absurd request as he made his way back to the fair. At leas the atmosphere here was nice, and the clothes that he bought here were good as well. It seemed like only some people were wearing Yukatas, though. Zane supposed it was more likely for the locals to have them. A tourist like himself would have to drop a pretty penny to get one, after all. "Worth it, though." Zane noted how nice the material felt on him as he made his way towards another one of the games at the fair. They all had the same prizes after all, so anything was good with him.
Sitting on one of two stools for a game that involved shooting small water guns at targets, Zane placed his hands on the counter and made a small little tune by lightly slapping them onto the wooden surface. The man who ran this stall turned to see Zane, seeing he was alone. "This game's for two, you might have to wait for someone." Looking to the other stool, Zane noticed there was a second water gun there as well. Perhaps having somebody to assist him could give him a higher chance of winning the game? "Sure, I'll wait." Turning his back so that he leaned on the counter while sitting on the stool, Zane watched the many faces of the crowd walk by. Someone was bound to come and want to join him eventually, right? Zane just really hoped it was a beautiful woman. Was that type of thinking too wishful? "If you're hoping for some beautiful, busty woman to suddenly show up and save the day, you're far too wishful." Beelzebub reminded Zane, the demon somewhat mocking him in his mind.
Now Zane just wanted to prove Beelzebub wrong.