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Mot cringed at her call for him, wishing he'd held off on approaching Hel. If he'd know she'd call for him, standing at a further distance would have been desirable. His poor ear drums.

"There are rules about attending a public event naked, Hel." Mot scolded with a sigh. "Ah, Hello, everyone. Freya, Kettil, you both look well. Bella, it has been a while. Your dress is beautiful on you."

His head turned down to the little fluff head hiding. "Ah.. we have not met?"

Freya blinked when the little puff of a ghoul disappeared behind her sister, and was then hidden behind the umbrella of..

"BELLLLAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Freya squealed, dive bombing the poor ghoul with a hug and subsequently burying herself in her chest. "ACH I'VE MISSED YEH!" Was she talking to Bella, or her chest? It was hard to say. She squeezed the ghoul viciously, and looked up to give her a bright smile. "Yeh looks so beautiful, it makes my heart hurt." She sniffed, and then turned back to her sister, who did not look beautiful, but still made her heart hurt. She explained - or rather, reminded Freya of the situation, and it helped soothe the savage beast for a little while.

"Fiiine," She groaned. "I was really lookings forward teh showings yeh off teh Hooter-" Who, of course, was getting hit on again. So she let go of Bella, and stood between her sister and her fiancee, giving Hel All The Dirty Looks. "Quit it." She pursed her lips childishly and glared.

And then Mot was there, and all of the glaring stopped. "MOT!" She reached up and gave the poor boil just as bone crushing of a hug as Bella got, but it didn't last as long.. because hugging Mot hurt. "Yeh looks so handsome. I'm sorry my sister is tryings teh pop her breasts out at yeh. She can't controls herself around yeh."

TROUBLEMAKER HO.

"What.. you want me to come with you to get salad?" He groaned, slowing to a stop and putting his head down on Efflo's shoulder. "Fiiiine. You're so lucky I'll do anything to make you happy.. except eat salad." He perked his head up long enough to give Efflo a serious look. "Because I tried a flower for you, and that is as far as I'm going with eating another plant."

He turned Efflo around, wrapped his arms around the boil from behind, and kissed his cheek. "Lead the way, oh mighty herbivore." Where there was salad, there would be meat.. and Gabby would make sure to find it.

Yin was not entirely taken aback by Miss Belladonna, having interacted with her enough to expect a fair amount of energy and exuberance. However, what she said was surprising. Alexander could not talk? It certainly explained why the zomboil was being so quiet, and he sent him an inquisitive look. He was not worried in the least about being told he looked nice or anything of the sort, but if Alexander was security? That could pose an actual threat to the students in Alexander's protection.

When the piece of paper was pressed into his hand Yin did not cringe, which just went to show how far along he had come. However, unfolding it to show multiple lines of text had him swallowing and repressing a shudder before soldiering on. From the first line he was starting to blush, darting a look at Alexander and then around the room as if someone would know what he was reading before continuing on. Maybe someone else would have thought about how the message was written beforehand when Alexander had not even seen him to know if he looked decent, or wondered if there was another letter in another pocket that said "you do not look horrible tonight" but Yin was not that person. His neck was burning by the next line, and his heart plummeting with the request to dance. But he was going to do it this time. Things would be okay and he (somewhat) knew how to dance, even if his skills were probably rusty. Then again, he had put in plenty of practice on the DDD machines back at Fright Night.

Carefully he folded the paper back up and slipped it into a pocket before turning his full attention on Alexander. "Let me know when you are free from your duties and I would be willing to dance with you." Maybe he was ignoring a few things, at least out loud, but he did reach out to slip his hand into Alexander's if the zomboil would allow it. "Do you require any assistance with security?"



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Soren would have been happy to let Neru fill the silence and take over the conversation, but tonight he was not a mere guardian but an escort. Taking a mare out in public was nothing that he had done recently, and he felt a bit more out of place doing that than he probably should, but even he knew that tonight was the night he should make his best effort to be the perfect companion. He did not exactly subscribe to the idea of prom nights being magical or anything, though he could think of a few reasons why he liked the sound of prom night. None of them really having much to do with the event itself.

He was trying to figure out a decent response to her observation when she redirected his attention toward a table. He was not hungry, he never truly was, but he could almost always eat more.

But wait.

He was able to see over the few students in his way and his eyes had honed in on something. Apples in some sort of salad. Possibly cider. A steaming drink with an emblem of an apple on the sign by it. Apple tarts.

Apple tarts.

"I could eat," he admitted, unaware that he was already angling his body toward the table of food.

Mot chuckled, tickled with endearment at the small and shy little thing called Helmut. "It's a pleasure to---GYUGH--" Mot yelped as he was squeezed with love by Freya, his thin, bony body nearly cracking within her grasp. He was soon released, and tried not to show his pain, smiling softly at the ghoul as she complimented him.

"She... usually has control?" Burn.

Mot gave Kettil another nod, quite pleased to be called Lawmen. One day, he hoped, one day for sure.

And then all the things and people happened.

The very tall Reaper appeared and commented on Hel's outfit, which made Belladonna laughed quite loudly and flapped a hand toward both Mot and Hel. When Hel mentioned going naked save for Amrita, the witch quite happily stuck her head between the Reapers and grinned up at Mot.
"We could only hope to be so lucky." Because hey, she hadn't seen Hel in all her glory, alright.
But the witch curtseyed toward Mot and smiled up at him.
"Thank you, it is lovely to see you again. Red is a smashing color on you, I am gla-AAAAAHHHHHH! FREYA!"
It was such a surprise to find Freya suddenly nestled in her bosom, Belladonna flapped both hands a little, her parasol whooshing around.
"I am so happy to see you too! You look absolutely gorgeous as always! But I hope your heart hurts in a good way?" That was totally a thing... Totally...

Just as quickly as Freya had smushed herself into the witch's plentiful bosom, she was gone and Belladonna was left standing there with her chest stuck out and no one paying attention to it. Huh...
"Are we all asking for dances with Kettil? Because Helmut and I both need one of course. And Mot too!" They should all dance together ok ok good yes that would totally happen

It would seem Bastion and his date had managed to slip out just before Nergui and Soren had gotten to the table and it's buffet of food. She was chuckling faintly once she had realized what it was the stallion was going for, stifling the sound behind the crook of a bent knuckle. "A full entree might be a little much for the evening, but the deserts certainly look appealing, don't they?" She released her hold on his arm so she could grab a plate for them, filling it with apple tarts, then handed it up to him to hold while she got them a couple of glasses of cider.

"Let's find a seat, shall we?" That devious little grin was back. The one that she saved just for him. The tip of her tongue slide along the lower bud of her lip, a quick flash of pink before she was leading the way to a table, hips swaying in time to the music as she walked.

She picked a table at random, setting the drinks down on top of it before glancing back up at her date. If he pulled a chair out for her she'd give him a gentle nudge, indicating that he should take a seat first, preferring his lap to any of the actual chairs. The plate was retrieved from his grasp, and she she balanced it in one palm as she lifted a tart up, holding it up for him to take a bit.

She was already having fun, and the night had only just begun.

Imryn couldn't help but grin upon seeing Jack arrive, thankful to be there with someone for the time being, and one so well dressed. Having a familiar face around would certainly help ease her into things a bit more without as much anxiety over the whole affair.

"Why thank you, my fair boil. You are a vision of loveliness that not even the most eloquent of poets could do justice to your beauty." She replied while taking off her hat and making a low bow towards him before reaching out, taking his hand and kissing it briefly. "I arrived shortly before you did, so I was not deprived of your beauty for long. Though if there is anything that you need, please don't hesitate to ask me to fetch it for you. The dress, while quite lovely, does look a bit difficult to walk around in, especially with this crowd." She straightened back up and re-adjusted the hat on her head, cheeks a little flushed but obviously enjoying herself, as well as giving him a little bit of a hard time.

No... she hadn't drank any punch yet. Maybe her jacket was buttoned a little too tight.