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Yes, Yin certainly was swaying more than necessary, a fact that Alex was very much aware of, especially when the boil made an impromptu spin away from him, though he was more than ready to catch him as he spun back into his arms, which he wrapped around the other boil a little more firmly, hoping to be able to keep him in place, and out of any trouble.

Of course, Yin still managed to pull away from him quite easily, as he instinctively let the boil go as soon as he showed any signs of wanting to get away.

He was obviously just well trained.

At the mention of his duties, Alex's eyes widened in realization. Oh right, he was supposed to be keeping an eye on things and making sure nothing got out of hand! He glanced left and right, and all around. Nobody was naked, nobody appeared to be getting into any serious fighting, and....was anybody watching the drinks?? Where had everyone gone?

He hadn't noticed until that moment but the tent had emptied out significantly, though he supposed that probably just meant they had gone outside to enjoy the games and rides. He hadn't heard any of the whispers from outside, and had no idea that anything amiss was going on. He'd been far too focused on his now over-exuberant boilfriend who was.....wait he was....down on one knee....

Alexander was gaping again, and he snapped his mouth closed as soon as he realized it. The other boil, for all intents and purposes, looked just like he was actually proposing marriage, rather than just pledging his services to guard prom. It didn't help that at that very moment, Aymet showed up and began shouting about marriage, which ya, come to think of it, was something Alex really wouldn't mind and if he spent just a short moment fantasizing that Yin actually was proposing to him, who was to ever know?

No no no no no, okay, time to snap out of it. The zomboil gave a shake of his head to clear it, then leaned down to slide gloved hands around Yin's wrists, nodding to show that he accepted the other boils "pledge" and making a head jerking motion towards the tent flap.

If they were going to do a patrol, they might as well get started. Besides, it might be best to get Yin outside....or it could be completely disastrous. He pulled at the other boil to get him standing back up, and began to shuffle towards the exit.

Seiji met the those rage filled eyes and grinned back at her, defiant as always. She was a handful, incredibly feisty, but riling her up was half the fun. "what am I doing? I think I'm dancing with my date." He scoffed, as if that should have been obvious. "And no, I don't think I will." She had to have seen this coming when she'd agreed to go with him. Even if she hadn't, he didn't care. Theirs was a bond built on a lot of give and take, only.. it was usually a lot more take, then give.

He caught that little smile though, and he smirked as she let him guide her hips, even sliding them from side to side of her own accord.

When she moved in to whisper in his ear he slowed them down just a little, listening intently to the sweet nothings. It made him chuckle, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into the bashee currently pressed against him. "Promise?"

Roch's introduction would have earned him a very specific finger hoisted in his direction, but the ghost boil was far too preoccupied.

"Mm," he agreed. West wasn't sure homey was the word he would have used, being more accustomed to indoor parties with waiters and ice sculptures than outdoor festivals, but it was a nice change from years previous, that he was sure of. Not that there had been anything wrong with the dances of the past, but variety was good. This was a fresh start, a new night that washed away any discomfort he had felt during previous parties, while still managing to retain the good stuff. At least his mental discomfort. He brought his knife hand up to his shoulder again as she playfully threatened to rough him up a little. "Maybe later," he replied with a smirk. Whether he meant for her to do so while they were still at the dance wasn't clear. Okay, fine, yes it was. he didn't mean for her to do it at the dance

He turned to her, following the ghoul's gaze to the dance floor and back, his smirk growing into a grin. West drew in a breath to answer, but jerked upright instead as Aymet loudly announced... a wedding? Oh, hell no. Kettil and... Freya? Was that her name? And what did Hel have to do with...

"Y'know what? I dun wanna know," he muttered, shoving his phony knife back into his boot and leading Levi closer to the food. Surprisingly, he wasn't looking to eat anything for a change, at least not right away. When he looked at her again, his smirk had returned.

"Was that you askin' first?" West leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. "You challengin' me already? I'll give ya that one, but we'll see who's winnin' at the end of th'night." He straightened, crossing his arms. "Y'wanna dance? Let's dance."

The song changed then, from something slow to... something slightly less slow. Was someone onstage singing? That was new. West held out his hand.

Yin stood, straightening his back to perfect attention, hands clasped behind his back. "Yes sir," he said smartly to the unspoken command, and began walking after Alexander.

They were just about to the exit when Yin began to feel like he was walking strangely, hands dropping back to his sides, shoulders hunching in just the slightest bit. He glanced around, brain beginning to try to figure out just what he had been doing. He was supposed to be the center of attention...but wait, that was not right. That was a bizarre idea, why would he think that? Why was he...

He felt confused, like he was missing a piece of some puzzle, and he was glad to get out of the main room with Alexander. Alexander would know what was going on. Alexander didn't seem bothered. Everything was going to be okay. Right?

Oh Great Mantis his dancing.

He hurried toward the exit, passing Alexander on his way out.



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Across the room he had caught sight, at one point or another, of Kiwi, Bao Yu, and he thought even Siska. However, he had not kept track of them, and he was sure they would find them later if they wished. For now, her suggestion was one of merit. He had maybe had a few photographs taken before, someone waving a paper at him to sign to allow them to publish them, but he didn't own any of himself. It would be interesting to get a photograph.

And to have a photograph of the priestess as well? Very interesting. "I'd like that," he agreed. He tried to recall if he had seen a sign, but really, if he just paid attention to which direction she was heading he could go along with her without being completely pulled along.

Before Eira could blink, one friend had turned into two; Friends as in she met them once and they where nice to her. Which was good enough for her. She gave a small little smile as TK joined them and quickly complemented her dress. She swung back and forth letting her dress follow her movement before speaking back. “Thank you. I have to say, you look very dapper yourself.~” She said with almost a chime in her voice. Could it be? That she was actually happy to be somewhere, for once?

It hadn’t occurred to her, that these two might have not known each. They where both undead, but that didn’t mean they had never run into each other before. “Alice this is TK and TK this is Alice. I’m so glad to see both of you here." The ghoul said swaying to the sounds of the next song playing by BLP.

He didn't really understand why Zel had backed up and looked a bit nervous, but thanks to the thought of games he really didn't care, as long as Zel was staying with them to play! When Yves seemed happier he giggled again and moved slightly on his tippy toes to place the beads around the crouching horseman's neck. "You look great!" He crackled, clearly enjoying himself much more now. Beaming encouragingly to the other boils he patted Yves' head before shifting back down to his proper height.

When Zel asked if Tavi and Yves were friends the Kitsune interrupted loudly with a finger to his chest then pointed at each boil respectively as he introduced them, a little red at the cheeks for forgetting that, "Oh hey hey waiiiit! Yea! This is Yves! He's my friend. People might think he's scary but I don't!", the statement clearly said with pride, "and this is Zel! He's my friend too!" Now they could both be friends and then their night would be amazing!

Right? He nodded to himself, really not seeing any reason for that not to happen.

Giggling pleased he wiped at the tear stain on his cheeks before turning up to Yves and offering a hand as he followed after Zel's back, not wanting to lose him! "Yeaaaaaaah games!" Maybe prom wasn't so bad he mused to himself with a smaller more real smile forming.

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Well, better late than never... Jove hadn't exactly gotten lost on his way to the prom, more like he had suffered through some serious mental indecision before he finally got ready and left his room. In the past he had come in his usual form, a small, fluffy canine child with fancy coats and high heels, but tonight he had to go all out just to keep up with the rest of the prom-goers.

In his sixteen year old form he was a decent 5'5", looking positively regal in his dark, expertly tailored coat, and multitudes of pale ruffles. He had more victorian-style lace and ribbon than ever before, and sparkling buttons and chains of silver so pale it was almost white as it caught the light. Perched on his fluffy head was a fancy top-hat, tied with a white ribbon, white flowers, and a white feather. The only colour to his outfit was a single blood-red flower on his lapel. He wasn't sure why he had included it, but for some reason... the small accent of blood-red felt right.

Despite his lordly appearance, the pup wasn't entirely sure what to do now that he had finally decided to attend the dance. He discreetly rocked forward onto his toes to get a better look through the crowd, hoping to catch sight of someone he could join... Maybe he should go see if Tomoko was there, it was customary to dance with her at least once. They always had danced together at prom before, and while he fretted over her reaction to dancing with a taller, more mature-looking Jove, he could never disappoint her by not offering.