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Eva was lucky Robert had finally stopped laughing long enough to realize what she was doing. In truth, she didn't really want the imp to stop hitting on Otto. This s**t was amaaaazing. But Eva had just put him in a very awkward position..

And he planned to ham it up as much as possible.

With a sly grin, the gnome put his arm around Otto's shoulders, and pulled him up close. "Yeah, I admit it. We're boning. But listen, bro, I know she's hot. I don't blame you for wanting to tap that." Robert cackled boisterously, and gave Otto a frighteningly suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.

Eva had made a huge mistake.

Maya giggled as he questioned the tart, clasping her hands behind her as he finally took a bite. "You're safe. If it were a treat tart you would know."

Naturally Maya's eyes widened when he answered her question, and she peered around his back with less than subtle curiosity after the fact. A fallen angel! Wow! That explained the wings. "I wish I had wings. They must be fun to fly with. They would look weird on my natural form though."

She trailed off, suddenly realizing he'd asked her a question, and she'd completely spaced on it. A blush colored her cheeks as she waved her hand in front of her, almost as if it were a physical representation of backtracking.

"I'm actually not! I'm undead. Umm.. A Penanggalan." She gestured to her fangs for emphasis, which probably looked a little silly. "My head comes off and then I can fly around, all through the air like that!" She paused, wondering if he was going to start laughing. "It's really cool. I mean really." She added quietly, almost as a pout.

When it was decided that the female imp now was dating everyone's favorite roadkill, Jude just laughed. He laughed openly and brazenly. His stomach was starting to ache and then suddenly there was someone groping his a**.

His precious, precious merchandise was being fondled and he wasn't sure how or why. He let out yelp of surprise and turned to face the fondler. The golem's expression changed from surprise to just simple unamused grumpiness that made him look like he was pouting.

"Why. Just why." There was no mistaking who this individual was. None. It was Ariane, his own personal walking karma, there to grope him on the a**.

Lizzy didn't see it coming. Mot had burst in suddenly, knowing that she was in hiding. He had yelled something about going to a party, and before she could protest, he had already scooped her onto his shoulder, and dashed out of the Demon Dorms... She was now a captive.

She did not seem to be entirely too happy about it.

He had taken her all the way to town with her on his back, and she had moped the entire way. As they neared the Town Hall, she started pushing against his back, feeling a little embarrassed, "Alright, alright... I won't run away... Let me down please?"

"HA!" Ariane laughed, her grin widening as she leaned down, until her face was beside Jude's. She poked him on the cheek with a finger, "Bingo, Judy~ Found you." Meanwhile, her hand was patting him on his butt.

She then looked at the people gathered around, wondering who's who; it was impossible to tell, and she couldn't risk asking either, in case there were real Halloween creatures among them... So she decided to introduce herself instead, hoping for them to do the same.

"Ari's here~"

"Yeah! It's the best time of year to be out and about, Lizzy. Let's have some fun, okay?" Mot grinned, taking Lizzy's hand and guiding her around the festival. "We can do anything you want here. We could grab some food. Dance? Check out the games."

He wasn't sure if making her socialize would be wise. Baby steps.

"I wonder if there is a bobbing for apples game... Oh! Let's check out the pumpkind decorations!"

At the arrival of the 'pride demon', Enzo's dark eyes lit up, immediately snatching the cap from his head to brush his oily hair back, splattering Robert with a few stray roaches, "Well, well, what have we here! Aris, huh? Name's Enzo. Enzo Valentino," He snatched up her hand before she could argue, politely giving the back of her hand a kiss, a small cloudipede scurrying from the sleeve of his jacket up the ghoul's arm, "Here with Radio Amity. Maybe you tuned in some time?" He added hopefully, "How about an interview, gorgeous?"

Gams for Miles and Miles... let the Imp go fight it out with the Roadkill Gnome for his own piece of skirt. The Reaper had his eyes on his own prize.

"Quieter?" Mot hummed, looking around with a look of puzzlement. "Um.. well.. we could find a place to sit and people watch?"