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Willow's ears flicked up when Amrita hid behind her. "Oh?" She watched, she had enough layers to hid the patchwork easily. She watched it as it looked at her.

When it was past, "It looks... creepily like you." She said, "... can we stop it somehow?" She asked as Amrita told her it wanted her hair. She blinked as she pulled something from her sleeve, "Ohh thank you! Uh, well I met a horsewoman I believe, her name was Shaheen. I haven't meet any boils though." She admited her tail flickering a bit, "I almost killed myself in my shoes though." She held up her shoes for Amrita to see.

Mjoll chuckled, "Ah, well my feet aren't as bad. When you get good enough you shouldn't have to look at their feet, it's all about confidence." She gave a small nod and a smile.

Her back wings gave a twitch as she saw Bastion approach them. She wondered what he wanted, and when he started talking there was a hidden smile. Finally he seemed to be growing up a bit.

"Olivia why don't you go get Andrew and those cute little stuffed toy's of yours." She gave the ghoul a hug, "I think someone deserves a dance. I'll meet up with you and your date again later, maybe we can see if we can get me one of those cuties."

With that she looked at Bastion, "What sort of Dance did you have in mind?"

Hel, honestly, was probably moments away from exploding on Lottie. What kept her rooted to her current spot, was very much a mystery. Because Junko or Helmut certainly couldn’t hold her back…and Hel did want she wanted when she wanted, common courtesy be damned.

But right this moment, she was standing on her tip toes, catching Lottie’s eye, and being very obvious in her hand gestures, threats, and the words she was mouthing to the little witch.



Followed by:

"Weren't my idea! It was my Grandma's name, too. Named after her, I suppose." Lottie didn't seem to mind that he laughed, grinning herself. "We can't all have crazy cool names like Mac now can we?"

Lottie giggled and shook her head. "Naaah~ I'll save my expertise for some other prom. This is my first one! Can't get myself all caught in a frenzy working." She said with a laugh.

"Ooooh no fooling, huh? Sounds like you're looking for a life of adventure! Ah~ To be out at sea~ Days on end~ Nothing but you, your boat, and maybe some poor sucker on a one way ticket to---"

She seemed to pause, her face contorting into one of befuddlement as he caught Hel mouthing something. Probably meant for her but...

MEH!

The witch smirked then shrugged. "Aha, sorry, I thought I saw something. So! How long have you been a student here?" She asked with a sparkling smile, swaying happily to the music.

As much as Bastion wanted the smaller ghoul's permission, it seemed Mjoll had made the decision for her. So the horseman bowed his head in apology, and once more promised the ghoul that he would return Mjoll as soon as possible.

But the moment Bastion realized Mjoll was going to dance with him, he briefly entertained the idea of bolting out of the prom altogether. He thought of just how bad vomit would have looked on that pretty blue dress she wore. And then he realized he was focusing on her dress, and not her, and wondered if he would still look like a man if he burst into tears right there on the dance floor.

All of these thoughts spun through his head, while he stood there in front of her, silent and still as stone, for at least a full minute. Then he took her hand in his, and put his other hand against her waist, answering her question without words. But he could only manage the strength to do it when he looked away, gazing instead at the ceiling awkwardly. Once he'd managed to touch her without melting into hysterics, he turned his gaze back down to her.

And still, he did not actually answer her question. He just slow danced with her, as respectably as possible. "You-" His voice came out sounding like a pre-pubescent, high pitched squeak. He cleared it, and over-exaggerated the deepness of his voice as he continued. "You look lovely. Is this a new dress? I don't recall seeing it before."

Then he realized he was admitting that he knew her entire wardrobe by heart and flushed a dark, embarrassed crimson.

Where does one go when one dissipates at prom?

"We can't burn it?" She asked looking at it, she was a ghost she could handle fire. Well better than some other students.

She chuckled, "No I didn't sign up for a blind date this year and well no one asked so I came alone." Willow watched as Amrita told her to stay off those too, "That's why I'm carrying them, I didn't really have a place to put them." she said with a shrug, "Perhaps good for throwing at creepy dolls that want hair?"

Yeah…okay…Hel didn’t take to being ignored kindly. Or taunted for that matter, which is what Lottie had been doing to her all night, and she was definitely certain that she was just being super friendly right now for her benefit. Out of all the people Lottie could have picked to taunt her with, that boil was the wrong one as well…

That was why Hel tore away from Junko and Helmut, and stormed her way through the a crowd of students, even breaking through and shoving others who were in her way, her narrowed gaze all on Lottie. That poor little ghoul really didn’t know who she was messing with…

The reaper cut in between the two, nothing short of murderous intent on her face, snatched Lottie firmly around the waist with one arm, and made a fist with her free hand. She then delivered her second charley horse that evening, and punched Lottie right in the thigh.

Mjoll just smiled at Olivia, "Anytime duckling." She gave a small wave as she was whisked off by Bastion, well perhaps a little less gracefully than whisked but it was better than naught.

Her brow lofted a little as he spoke, "Aye, I picked it up at the scaretique downtown; normally I would've made such a dress myself perhaps a little less glowy and in your face, but I had little time." She said; "Since no one asked me, I found out too late to make my own."

The tone didn't seemed bothered as she spoke, just a little dead panned to hide any doubts. "Though I'm sure there's millions of things in my closet you've never seen. Unless you're sneaky and sneak into my back room when my shop is open." The comment sounded like a playful tsktsk and not as if she was accusing him of something.

Eventually her brow lofted as she watched him turn a peculiar shade of crimson, ". . . Are you alright?"