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Following the last song, the dancing duo heard a series of clear stepping.

Tack, tack, tack.

When the sound stopped, a lady in gorgeous dress stood in front of them. "Excuse me, I'd like to have the last dance with the little witch." A sweet smile was given.

The Igor blinked out of his concentration at the sudden voice over the music, and he glanced up to spot a boil wanting to cut in. He immediately let go of Maple, bowing politely to the monster. He had fulfilled his duty. He had danced with a stranger. He was being social see?

He glanced over his hunch again to where the Council President and Vice President were now dancing, his stomach twisting. He couldn't tidy, he couldn't help. He couldn't offer to help. He could find someone else to dance with but he didn't want to.

His troubled thoughts showed on his face, but the hunchback stepped back from the couple.

He should find Barth and probably carry him home if Calder had gotten caught up in those horseman still. It would at least give him something to occupy himself.

Somewhere, there was a young horsewoman, staring very intently at Mengyao and Lifen.

Mental whispering of 'yes, good, now go in for the kill. No, no lower. Yes. Yessssssssss. Touch the butt.'





She also looked at Soren and made the note to tell him about just how fattening the treats here were and how it was going to go right to his abs.

Hel stared at Mac. She opened her mouth, and then promptly closed it. She opened it once more, and closed it again. She almost opened it, and then firmly pressed her lips together. He got her. He was right, and it was so clear, she had absolutely no way to counter that. “Yanno what? You are right.” She conceded, her tone, luckily, not being sarcastic. “I did. I also did not think about how that might have affected you until now, and I am sorry. On my word, it will not happen again.” Maybe she was being too calm…too rational…

The absence of obnoxious pink out of the corner of her eye though, caught her attention, and Hel turned her head, in time to see Lottie trying to make a break for it.

Hel looked back at Mac with a flat stare, and pointed at the ghoul. “And you feel bad for that, really?”

{Enter}

Holding tight to Rosy's hands he grinned the whole way as she guided him to the tent. Hearing the choice of the last song he faintly wrinkled his nose but decided that again if it was going to keep them from fighting and being weird with one another then he would do it. Laughing softly along with Rosy he spins her by their linked arms just before she pulls free of him to put her hands on her hips.

Smirking he rocks back on his heels and glances around, spotting Frost yet again and a few others now in the thinned crowd.

"Looks like it..ah well it was fun while it lasted," he commented on a soft yawn, the evening of running around catching up to him. Smirking to the ghoul he reaches to take her hand and lead her to the floor, snickering softly as they went, "you realize you aren't allowed to float while we dance, I will call foul on you." Chuckling he paused once they hit the floor waiting for her to adjust before he placed his cool hands to her hips. He chuckled at the feeling of glitter under his palms knowing was going to be covered in glitter by the end of prom.

Willow chuckled, "Ah I suppose not having legs often has it perks. Such as not having to walk with two feet when you're use to four." There was a nod it was at least a small relief not to have to worry about stepping on toes, though her bear feet wouldn't do much damage now.

"No, I came alone actually. Last year I did the blind date thing, I figured I might as well just show up on my own and see what fun there was." She gave a small shrug as she followed Imryn's lead. "Worse things have happened."

"How is that strange?" Mot scoffed lightheartedly, a hand coming to his chest. "You meant awesome, right?" A cheeky grin followed.

Mot blushed, embarrassed he'd forgotten such a strong memory so fleetingly. "Ah.. you're right. I remember that.. To think such a thing woke you up. I don't now where that idea came from... Gosh, last year's prom was certainly chaotic." Mot looked flustered, rubbing his neck and looking down apologetically. He flushed ever more, a shy smile replacing the frown. "You did? Right then?" To think she had a crush on him for so long. It made his heat flutter.

The teen smiled, nodding and standing up as Gene tugged. "Yes! One last dance for the night." The reaper pulled the ghost closely as they reached the dance floor. His long fingers interlaced with hers, once hand gently resting on the small of her back. He smiled warmly, pressing a kiss to her lips before pulling back.