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"Forgive me for being so bold..." Alwine reached out and started to wipe Chuppi's face with one of the bandages. "They're sterile, I always keep some with me, just in case."

The haunt gratefully waved to Siddie before saying, "Should we take her to the batroom to clean her up? Or would somewhere else be better?"

Riley could ask as many questions as she wanted, Sammy would in turn request just as many of Riley and that one little Critter post. Tapping her chin she rolled her eyes at the rather stone cold response Riley gave her. "Who said I was teasing? Okay maybe a bit..." She grinned. She was so going to rag on Riley for this. "Touchy? You and I need to talk then dear."

Waving her hand she dismissed the compliment, "Tell Siddie, she dragged me to the Maul to get this outfit, though I give her points for knowing my taste and not going for anything lacey." She paused for a moment, "Still, we need to have... a chat, maybe over a dr-" she paused, the punch was a bit ruined. "Or something else actually...."

Normally, Riley would have railed against the idea of talking out her troubles. They were hers, and she worked them out on her own. This time was just a little different, and she realized that she was actually.. sort of.. possibly.. considering it.

Maybe.

A talk. Riley's eyes looked dubious. Talking about feelings (having feelings, for that matter) sounded so.. so.. unnatural. I suppose. Ah. Maybe.

A flustered Riley was an unhappy Riley, so she quickly sobered up and grabbed on to something else for support. Siddie has excellent taste, then. I will be sure to tell her when she returns from, ah, wherever she went.

Sammy did enjoy pushing Riley's buttons, something about making the usually controlled and in power ghoul squirm was like a guilty pleasure. However this was also a bit about actually helping a friend, after all it was Riley who had given her a pep talk last time she had personal issues.

"A talk, just us, no doc, no Siddie, Nuk, Shehk, just us alright?"

She gestured towards the side of the room away from the others, maybe they could slip outside for a few minutes? "Ah she does have good taste, I think she went to help someone out the girl who turned the punchbowl over sadly... but that's besides the point my dear."

She turned taking Riley's hand leading her away without another word. "You and I have something to discuss, and since I can't project my voice we need somewhere a bit more quiet... and we need to make this quick before Siddie comes back since I did promise to come here with her."

Okay that was a lie, she asked Siddie. DETAILS; THEY DON'T MATTER REALLY!

Alcyone had taken quite awhile to get ready and look nice for the dance even though she had no idea what was going on. After the auction, she had felt rather flustered at what had happened and she had no idea what was going on. She had no idea who the boil that had bid on her was though she was going to this dance no matter what.

Her mother had supplied her with a new dress. A different shade of blue this time, closer to navy, the dress draped over her shoulder and was floor length. It had an unusually high slit along the side but Alcie didn't seem to notice. This time, Alcie decided to braid her hair into a fish tail and it lay over her shoulder. Her bangs were brushed to the side and she felt rather nervous as she was walking to the dance.

As usual, she was really late and the party was already in full swing by the time she arrived. Glancing around, she didn't immediately see any familiar faces but she began to move across the room.

Christof boggled.

So far, the world outside of his Master Creator's laboratory had been filled with infinite possibilities he had never even considered, a wide variety of potential new Masters, endless possible projects that involved everything he loved from grave robbing for parts picking to gadgetry to general minioning to a megalomaniac, to the hard study of his classes but...

Now, he liked ghouls, he knew that much. They had the most appealing parts that he couldn't seem to shake from his pubescent patchworked mind, slender legs and roaming fingers and lovely little faces and billowing hair and those strange mammary glands that seemed unnecessary and a strange evolutionary trait and yet he could never seem to tear his eyes away from them whenever a pair jiggled into view, but he never seemed to know what to DO about it.

And so, at the end of the night, he would usually head back from classes with a handful of Skulloroid photos from the camera he had pilfered- borrowed- from Barth's room, posted them up on his wall, and sharped his tools and stared and sighed and fidgeted until he found something more productive to do. Calder kept trying to explain things further, but whatever the kelpie had had to say on the subject just didn't make any sense to the hunchback. Too many concepts reminded him of the jolly good feelings of Christmas and he rejected them immediately in prejudiced revulsion.

Then he had found those Lips over the interweb, quietly stalked her page for ages before certain questions had caught his attention and he finally got the nerve to talk to her... it was easier to talk on Groanspring than in person, he found, for obvious reasons.

And now those lips were pressed up against his. What... what... what was he supposed to do?? What did this mean?? As far as he could recall, he had never been kissed in his life. His Creator certainly had never read him bedtime stories and given him a kiss goodnight. That was for little Demons or Reapers or Monsters, maybe even little Zombies, but not little Igors. Igors were cleaned up and put away for the evening with the rest of the equipment. They weren't... shown affection.

Each shoulder pat or hair ruffle the various students he had come to view as Friends or Masters had sent thrills through his body... and it hadn't even occurred to him that one could feel MORE until Miss Yaya had engulfed him in practically a full body grope at that late night Truth or Dare party had the concept of such physical affection even entered his mind.

And now she was kissing him. And his lips were unstitched. And his tongue was burning. And they were standing in the middle of the dance floor. And he could feel his body responding in ways that were alarming to the young hunchback. He pulled back, heart racing and palms sweating and his face positively crimson as he boggled at her before clearing his throat and shuffling back a few steps.

"Are... are.... are you th-thirthty I b-b-bet you're th-th-thirthty I'll ah.. I'll get you thomething to d-d-drink um. Er. I... I'll ah..." His voice cracked deeper for a moment before returning to his usual youthful tenor and he turned sharply on his heal to make a b-line for the punch bowl.

Even as the two were wandering away Sammy knew she had Riley in her clutches. The other ghoul seemed to think something was wrong with her which was by all means the wrong guess. No, what was wrong was that Critter post.

When Riley was done her few mental bursts she turned to her hands on her hips, head on a tilt and her eyebrow raised up high. "So what did the critter post mean Riley? And no trying to run off or worm your way out or I'll hit everyone on Groanspring with the same question I asked you." She tsked, "You dolt, your kind can't feel love? So why are you so mushy around Malodore. And don't tell me your not. You are different around him and you know it."

No messing around, Sammy would nose into this as bad as Israfel jumped on Shehk and Nuk.

Riley wheeled around when Sammy finally opened up to what she wanted to talk to, and her eyes narrowed to slits. My.. the.. what?! Riley practically cried. This was.. I don't.. I thought something was wrong with you! You had me worried there for a second! Riley hedged, before crossing her arms in front of her. Her cheeks had turned indigo. I don't know why you're so worried about it, anyway. It isn't. I just. Why are we -talking- about this? She hissed, bringing her hands up to cover her face with them. This subject obviously had her quite wound up.

She peeked her eyes out from between her fingers, and her eyes held a great deal of confusion. For the first time, and probably the last, she would admit something to Sammy that she refused to ever, ever say to anyone ever again.

Sammy. She whispered. I'm, ah. I'm scared.