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"I will... I'm er... going to do it thortly. It doethn't hurt much, it's jutht been a few hourth, but um..." He fidgeted again, giving her a quick bow as he reached to take her limp hand that had shaken it's finger at him, pushing something small, flat and round into her palm. "Good ewening, Mithtreth. I hope um. I hope you had a wonderful time." He bowed to her quickly before turning it to Jericho as well, politely, "And thank you for the um. Danthe lethonth. I wath thure to pathh them along to Mith Amrita. Um." He took a few steps back, heading towards the stage. He'd have to collect his puppet. "Good night." That said, he fled.

When she opened her palm, Riley would find a small patchwork-looking pin with a shovel in the center.

Jericho still didn't quite get what was the deal with the tongue and how it could hurt Christof but he didn't question it. He could tell by Riley's voice that she was really tired and if he wasn't careful he'd probably end up just as exhausted soon. The dragon could already feel bits of her sleepiness.

However, his attention shifted towards the Igor when he mentioned the ... dance lessons? He didn't really consider what he was doing.. really dancing. Or much of a lesson. And now apparently Amrita knew how to do that.

...

Well more power to them he supposed.

"Goodnight Christof," he nodded before starting to head back towards the dorms.

Astra had been too absorbed in her dancing and the changing tunes of the music that she hadn't seen the other ghoul run at them from behind, and having been let go almost feel over herself. Her wings kept her from doing so as they hummed into life to give her lift and allow her to straighten herself.

Once straightened, she saw that her date was currently being caught in a hug by none other then one of the DJ's. It seemed as if they knew each other, or at least the ghoul did.

"Umm..Hi there..." She wasn't exactly sure hot to address the situation, except to say hello to the other and wait until cat was able to right himself.

Vaith couldn't help but think, Xiu and him were quite the pair. Both apologizing when there was little need to in the end. Vaith's hand already at the upper curve of her back, all he had to do was release Xiu's hand to complete the awkward hug.

"I'm glad you accepted. Weren't you the one who said that there was no rules to this date part? Same goes for you--"

Before Xiu could take up the dancing position again, Vaith leaned in to whisper in a conspiring voice, his expression turning decidedly dark. Much like a kid who had found a new toy to play with in a completely bad way. His voice lowered, the unmistakable intention and mischief behind his tone.

"-- Besides, pictures make excellent blackmail material. If you're not into that, I dont doubt that there'll be students throwing their silver at you for some of those pictures." He pulled back, tipping his head, as if to make a point.

"Don't you thiiiiink so?"

In his own way, Vaith was ... probably telling Xiu that he didn't mind her picture-taking. Or her dragging him around to make friends. One could guess that was the reaper's intention, although, one could question if he was in it for the amusement portion that would come out of the embarrassing pictures.


"Give me a copy of that one with my dancing with that dude, okay?"

The banshee giggled and cuddled against her friend with no concern over the fact that his date was standing right there... still holding onto him, actually. Nothing could express the thrill she felt over seeing Cat at the Prom. Either he had some really high up connections or he was actually part of the student body at Amityville Academy ... and while she had no doubt that Cat DID have connections the later seemed the more likely of options. "I thought we wouldn't see each other again for ages once you left for Open House. Why would you make me think that you weren't coming back, that was so terrible of you!"

The scolding was only a fraction serious... it had been a horrible ordeal, having to say good-bye to her friend. She hated goodbyes, something about them made her entire being lock up and her chest felt heavy where her ghostly body remembered there being a living heart. It was more than just that, though, so much more. But that didn't matter because he was right here, now.

Finally turning to address the pretty, much shorter ghoul who Cat was with the banshee smiled. She admired the pretty, deep blues of her dress. "Do you mind if I cut in? Take this dance? Thanks!" She didn't wait for the reply - she'd asked, that should be enough. Aislin grasped Cat's hand and tugged him away, further onto the dance floor where it was a bit more empty and there was some more room. She lifted her arms up to settle lightly on his shoulders and fell into a swaying step with him. The banshee could not wipe the grin off her face if her unlife depended on it.

"So when did you get here!"

What. The. Jack. Roch went perfectly still, not holding her as she buried her face against his chest. She was dating--dating that errand boy? But--How the hell had that happened? Moure hadn't been there any longer than he had, had he? Did people here just start dating with no notice? Go out and say "I like you, let's date!" to people they'd just met?

...... That was freakin' terrifying. And what was he supposed to say to that anyway? That he was happy for her? Like hell he was! You don't just randomly date someone and expect it to go perfectly! Look what had happened to his old man--

"Huh," he said finally.

"Well... he doesn't play an instrument," Roch said slowly. "He doesn't eat a lot, it looks like. He isn't a demon... he's... okay, Claire, I'm pullin' a blank here. What do you two have in common that would make you think this is a good idea? What are you going to talk about on dates? What are you going to DO on dates?"

Why in the jackin' HELL would you date a guy that lived to run errands for anyone and everyone that-- wait, no, that he could sort of understand. But seriously, that wasn't a boilfriend, that was a lackey, even HE knew that!