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Otto, who was now sprawled in a corner of the room, wondered why life did such things to him? Things had been normal for a short time. Things were nice. Deus did not like nice things.

Where was Eva? Did she die? He hoped not. He betted Gale thought this was funny. Kat more so. He knew it all along. Parties were the devil.

He should probably get up instead of staring at the ceiling. Maybe.

Leaving Molly to tend to Mark, Kat turned her full attention on Eva and the blonde boy with her. Returning the hug, she soon released keeping her arms upon the other girl's shoulders. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in ages." Was she off on some long mission or something? Kat was always one of the last to hear about what was going on around the people of Deus.

"Whoa - wait -" Kat's grin stretched from ear to ear as she eyed the tiny hunter. "Hey Otto, you clean up good." Considering the time of year, and that he and Eva had finally been reunited, it was probably best she let him at least enjoy himself tonight. After the holidays, however.. you better watch out, Otto. With the two busy, she gestured a small wave to the two, letting the go off to enjoy themselves, but not before gesturing to Otto, which looked something like cat ears formed with her hands.

During the kiss Rin reached for something and then held it out for Melvin to take, "I saved you some gingerbread before...," she looked towards Rep and the mess he was making, "...uh, that."

She shook her head and was about to suggest that Melvin go kiss Robert instead when... well. All hell seemed to break loose over that throne. In almost no time at all it became a meat pile and she just... huh. You know.

She smirked, shook her head, and placed her attention back on Melvin, "Sometimes I love this place. Very rare times, but this is one of them."

Crazy assholes.

Melvin did not appear to be above that title and true to the crazy a*****e nature that all hunters seemed to possess, he took his chance on some sort of giant wheel game. She nodded with mild approval of the book he received. Perhaps it would have useful books to offer?

She stepped up and took a spin too.

Much to her surprise she was handed booze... during a party that seemed like its intent was to be dry and thrive purely on naturally occurring jolly emotions caused by being around friends and loved ones and surrounded by good food and good decorations.

She flashed the bottle at Melvin, "I guess I won?"

"Pretty fancy, aren't they?" His brow quirked as he gestured to the boxers with a grin.

Only if 'pretty fancy' means 'borderline indecent' or 'downright hideous' in your book.

"Thought they were an effective way of getting a bit into the holiday spirit... Without having to hop a portal and buy a new wardrobe."

"Fancy until you turn the wrong way and someone sees something they didn't want to." He grinned."Then it turns into public indecency and not any fun sort."

Not that he could say much given how tight most of his clothes were but he didn't run around in boxers at least. "Going to get those socks really dirty though. "walls are probably still sheading crumbs"

Perhaps it was the lingering Joy in the air. Either that or Nick had just gotten tired of all the silence in the dorms that evening, as most all the loud and rowdy people were attending the Christmas party. Dorian had banged on her door earlier, telling her in rather impolite terms that she should also attend. She had told him in rather impolite terms that she wasn't interested.

And yet… Here she was.

Nick had not bothered to dress up for the party, showing up in her usual ripped jeans and a faded print tee. It had something about pirates written on the front, but it was barely readable at that point in it's life. The only thing that hinted at any effort on her part was her hair, and even that was merely brushed and tousled into it's usual messy style.

Unsure of where to go at first, she lingered around the entrance in the most nonchalant way possible. At least until she noticed a certain Hunter (who should know better) throwing snowballs around like a five year old. Nick could only snort and try not to grin.

"There's buttons." He huffed, pointing to the few down the front. "And it's not like I took my other ones off before pulling these ones on. Layers, man. Where's your sense of adventure?"

He then glanced down at his feet, brow quirking. "Not too worried about my socks. Boots are still going to keep my feet dirty. Th'rest don't matter all that much."