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"Well, yeah. There's music and a dance floor." Junko replied with a playfully 'duh' tone, smiling and peering up at him through her bangs. She stuck her tongue out at him after her teasing, squeezing his arm and happily following along as Seiji led her out to the dance floor. Sure, the music was a little faster than Junko could probably really move in this dress but...she'd try it! There were no sleeves this time, she'd learned from Scarentine's! They wouldn't be crashing to the floor like she and Malodore had with their first attempt at dancing.

With that in mind she cast a glance around the auditorium until she spotted said plague doctor, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look at him and Riley. She was rubbing her head...was everything okay? Junko's eyes darted to Seiji again, smiling and putting her hands on his shoulders. No, no. She couldn't just ditch him. She could check on Riley after a dance or two. She had Malodore, a doctor, she would be okay right? "So you're okay with these clothes? They're not a suit like the rest of the boils but...I like these." Junko admitted with a small blush, smiling hopefully up at her boilfriend. Though now she was left with a bit of a mental conundrum. She had had slower dancing in mind. Junko...didn't know how to dance to this kind of music, or the way she wanted to dance to it was a way she would only ever do by herself in her room with no one watching! Or with Tomoko...with no one else watching.

The point is, Junko didn't feel comfortable enough with herself to dance like a fool in front of the entire school.

Arachne wondered how it was possible that her heart should beat so fast and that she should remain earthbound. She had never been this nervous, and excited before any of the other parties. But this was big. Huge. For one she had a date that she cared about, who bought a smile to her pale face when she saw him. And it was Prom. There would be so many attending this, couples and maybe even a few singles. It was a night that promised romance, and she had a few hopes of her own that she was looking forward to seeing happen.

Of course that Sex Ed class had been playing on her mind as well, but when she answered the door dressed and made-up, thoughts of the class had whisked away. Instead she had blushed and managed to murmur a compliment, and allowed him to escort her to the Prom.

At the entrance they paused, he seemed as nervous as she, and taking his hand she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, unsure as to where the nerve to do so had come from, but feeling that it was right. Straightening she squeezed his hand and adjusted her dress with her free hand, hearing the cards rustle against each other. She wasn't sure how secure they were, and maybe during the course of the night a few would part ways, but for now they seemed good.

'Let's go in.' she was eager to see what the committee had done to the room, almost as eager as she was to have her first dance with Seph.

Malodore nodded, smiled at Christof, then began guiding Riley over to where it thought it had seen the flash of pink - and, indeed, the colors resolved themselves into the form of the kappa girl, who was standing by a plant. Really, she would have blended into the leaves quite well had it not been for the pink dress she was wearing.

"Buona sera," it called out when it was close enough to be heard over the music; it puffed up a little bit, pleased. Pleased to be here with its old, dear friend and its beloved ghoulfriend. "Would you like a rescue? Potted plants are not good companions for nights like these. They are terrible dancers, I am told."

Sepheran felt the brush of Arachne's lips against his cheek sending his skin to prickle slightly and tint a faint shade of pink. He couldn't help but give a large smile and straightened out giving her a gentle squeeze of his own hand in return. A show of thanks for her concern and a gentle show that he was here for her too.

Hearing her agree he nodded gently before leading the way, it was only right he did so since he was the boil...though technically Liannan led the way...but he wasn't about to let that little fact ruin his night.

Stepping through the doors made even his stand still a moment in awe. As Liannan told him of the decorations his own nose met the smell of such lovely things, as his ears picked up the sounds of songs as they played loudly for everyone around to dance too. He didn't need Liannan to explain just how lovely this whole thing turned out to be, he could tell that all by himself, it had to be with so many people around having a blast. "They outdid themselves this time," he said with a clearly impressed tone.

"Good evening, Malodore." Hasuko smiled at her friend, grateful to see a familiar face. Two familiar faces actually, as she noticed Riley. The mindflayer looked striking in her prom dress; standing stately next to the plague doctor. Hasuko flushed a little, wishing wistfully she could look as beautiful as the other ghoul. Her pink dress seemed childish in comparison. "Good evening to you too, Riley." Hasuko said. She bobbed her head politely to the pair in lieu of bowing. Bowing would have been bad.

She blushed a little at Malodore's comment about potted plants. "T-thank you but I don't want to intrude on your date." she said, waving her hands in alarm. "You should enjoy yourselves without me being a third wheel."

Shehk had remained where Christof had left her. It was awkward, to say the least and she felt a bit like a lost sheep glowing in the blacklight like some spectral mass of ...well...whatever she looked like, there by herself acting like she had nowhere to go, nowhere to be...and seeming inclined to just flee the scene forever and never come back. But that wasn't proper behavior and she didn't want to be embarrassing anybody.

She was having a fit about that recently. If she was a decent date to be seen with, if she was worth hanging around, if she was secretly seducing people.....HNNGGHHH, BEST FRIEND SITUATION WAS AWKWARD. She really did just need to go home.

Not home.

It wasn't her home.

Nowhere was her home. She kept reminding herself this whenever the slip up happened in her mind. It wasn't long before she saw Christof, however, and seemed to sigh a breath of relief, walking towards the hunchback.

"Christof!" she called out, though not loud enough to be heard over the music by anybody outside of her immediate radius.

"Agreed," Malodore said, nodding and opening its beak in a smile after Riley finished speaking. "You are not a wheel of any kind, besides. Perhaps we could talk for a while, as you get used to the atmosphere?"

The last part of that was also gently directed at Riley. It had noticed her admiration of the potted plant...