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She had been in the middle of trying to decipher what he had said when he had kissed her. Whatever he had said, she had forgotten it, so surprised by his kiss. It wasn't nearly as awkward as the first kiss since it was a quick one to the lips, so she found she didn't mind it much at all. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go any further though. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea but judging by this kiss, maybe she already had? Oh no, what if she broke his heart or something? Did undead boys have those kind of feelings? Heartbreak? The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Christof. It was a strange feeling, caring about someone other than herself but he had been nothing but good to her. He didn't deserve to get hurt.

"Patches, I think.. maybe we are taking this too fast. I.. to be honest, you're the first boil I have ever kissed and I'm not sure.. what I mean to say is.. I'm not ready for anything.. serious or.. terribly complicating. I like you. I do. I don't want you to end up hurt, especially by me." She sighed and looked down at the ground. She felt awful.

Mimic snapped at the scareon. It did not like to be touched, sniffed at, checked out or anything by such disgusting creatures. He was a shiny, pretty thing, not to be trifled with. Surely no one would notice if one lone minipet went missing... but he wasn't sure he could swallow the whole thing. Evidence was a blasted thing. Instead, he opted to try to ignore the furball.

Christof flushed as he pulled back, hands trembling and clenching and unclenching. Calder had said all it would take was a kiss or two and she'd come back with him but... but now she was complicating things. "R-right... Um." He fidgeted, glancing down the path with a sudden panic. He had felt those lips again, even for a second, and his mind was racing with visions of clean cuts and patterns and shapes and if he just cut along the curve of her jaw there, and up along the lines of the nose there would be minimal seams...

But Calder's plan seemed to not have worked. But... but she liked him? As far as he could tell, few people *liked* him. Riley and Malodore and Barth all found him useful, and he was pretty sure the Kelpie hated him or he wouldn't be constantly putting him in these embarrassing situations, and he was also fairly confident Miss Lizzy was wary of him and he KNEW his relationship with Barth's friend Colette was shaky at best... alright, maybe Miss Amrita liked him, but... she didn't count. That was just an experiment.

He swallowed thickly, nodding a bit too enthusiastically, "Da, um. Um. Thorry I er..." Nobody was around. They were all off at the dance or possibly doing whatever it was teenagers did alone in the dark in hidden places together and more than likely indisposed. "I um. I'we newer done anything like thith before." He managed, fingers fidgeting with eachother now. If she screamed they might hear something- but if he went directly for the mouth- better go with the right hand, it wouldn't matter if she bit off a finger or two- His heart was racing. "I um."

Malodore's constant warnings resurfaced like whales breaching turbulant waters, words like "Suspension" and "Without expressive permission" grabbed a hold of the edge of his senses and he drew in a sharp breath. His movements were stiff and anxious as he suddenly gave her a bow, "I am thorry I wath the betht you could do, I am thure you would hawe preferred thomeone ... er... " Able to stand upright? More demonic? Less of a manufactured man-servant? Wasn't obsessively fantasizing about cutting her into more manageable pieces? "Thomeone you knew better," He finished lamely. "I... I thould go, it'th been a long night," His tongue was throbbing, the numbing from the ice cubes burning off with fresh waves of fire in his skull. "Um. Thank you. Again. For coming. THCRUFF NO!"

He turned to shout at the fat little sharp-toothed creature that had irreverently lifted it's leg to claim it's new found Interesting Thing as it's own, but thankfully was spotted before it would do anything that would warrant losing a limb- if not all of them. With an excited yap, it hurtled after it's hunchbacked master, tail wagging merrily as Christof turned on his heal and all but ran from the pretty Ghoul before he too did something he regretted.

When he didn't trod on her bare feet or send them both crashing to the ground, the djinn put a little extra oomph in their movement. Turning them a little quicker as well as switching up the stance minutely. Instead of holding him with both hands curled around his neck, Yaya took a hold of his hand and held it up in proper stance for something relaxed, though passable. She didn't comment on it, didn't make a big deal of it, simply eased him into it so his feet would naturally follow.

As he spoke she watched his expression. He was easily the most animated person she knew, and weird or not, she enjoyed his mood swings. His emotions were rich enough that Yaya could tap into them and get a sample. It was delightful and occasionally heady.

"I'm sure you could," She murmured, trying to hold back a soft chuckle. "But you shouldn't make a habit of it. If you were anything but you, you wouldn't be half so interesting." It was a compliment, and a big one. "And believe me, interesting applies to you in abundance."

If she blushed any harder Seiji was worried she might pass out from lack of blood to the brain. It was cute, in a way, but it also made him very self aware. Her nerves were actually managing to make him nervous in turn, and he had to muster up more concentration then was strictly necessary to to trod on one of her feet as they moved. Rolling his eyes down to her he gave her a considering sort of look, almost a frown, before smiling gently. "Hey," he murmured, head tilting as he watched her. "Just relax, ok?" That pointy grin returned in full, reassuring. "You're having fun, right?"

Sure, the dating game could be a scary place, but it didn't have to be nerve wrecking or stressful. At least not all the time.

When she asked about hanging out more he chuckled, smiling taking on a decidedly smug curl. She wanted to hang out more. They'd barely met, and she was already asking about next time. That was an ego stroke if ever the ghost had heard one. "Sure, whenever you want." He wasn't going to impose of course, but there was little mistaking the eagerness in his voice.

Held so close to him, he couldn't help but notice that she was a dainty thing. Petite, like her hands. Except those legs.. Somehow, despite being short, those legs managed to look a mile long. It could have been the stockings, or the platformed sandals, but whatever the reason the boil was a fan.

Grinning up as he took her hand and headed over to the dance floor once again; Mei made sure to not make any eye contact with the futakuchi-onna in high hopes that she hadn't noticed her yet---yeah right. At least among the crowd of students dancing, they seemed to had disappear from view for the time being, thank Jack! For now, she could relax and enjoy herself, and work on getting these dance moves down.

It took a moment before she started to get the movements down again, but not with the odd step here and there. Granted, it would take a lot more than a few dances before she would be able to get out onto the dance floor and move without fault. For now, it was just fun.

If there was one good thing about being a living doll---it was that there was no shortage of breath. None! If it weren't for the whole cracking issue, Mei could probably go on all night and more so without a problem. Though, she doubted she would be able to say the same for everyone else.. Besides, it wouldn't be as much fun to continue without anyone else to dance with. "Thanks for coming with me today, in case I didn't already say it."

The wrath demon grinned then, finally fully taking her bait. "Damn right," he chuckled. "What wouldya all do withou'me'ere t'make things int'restin'?" His feet shuffled along, if not in the most graceful of ways, then certainly in a wholly satisfactory manner, and he didn't seem to notice when she shifted their movements a bit closer to an actual dance. At least he didn't notice until he stepped a little too far to one side and stumbled, catching himself right before he fell into Yaya.

His lips pressed into a narrow line and he slowed their dance back to something more plodding and uncomfortable. "Jus'so y'know. This's not me havin' fun." Bah. Sneaky marid.

Once her dance with Malodore was over, Riley had stolen away for a few minutes, though it was unclear as to why. She watched for an appropriate moment, before she was suddenly behind Israfel, sliding her hand under his arm.

I hope you don't mind, Lucien - I need to borrow your date for a moment. I promise I will return him in one piece. She pulled Israfel away, finding a quiet corner, and sat the two down. There was a tense moment of silence, where her eyes remained looking on the dance floor falling on several of the couples. She took a deep breath, and put her hand on top of his, patting it.

So? Did I do well?