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Claire shrugged and danced as though nothing at all had happened.
And in her eyes, nothing had happened.

Calder didn't think he would want to swing over at Barth's place tonight of all night unless he felt the need to sit down and gossip about their dates, but seeing as he at least knew the expectation of such a night, along with having a few of his own, he wasn't about to ruin anyone's chances. Instead, he gave a knowing smile. "I wouldn't think of ruining any precious moments you make tonight. I'm hoping I can be just as lucky." He had to wonder what kissing Invictus' frown was like and if it would take a crowbar to pry them open.

He just hoped he didn't loose a tongue and wound up like Christof. He didn't think stitches looked really appealing. Not unless you got a really impressive battle scar!

Despite the tempo, they kept in their slow dance and Calder glanced to see people, some now alone, some in groups of friends, and some hand in hand, leaving. There were a few still on the dance floor, lost in each other's eyes and ignoring the time and everyone else.

"It all seemed to have gone so fast. ....Prom......this year." He looked back at Barth. "We're been through a lot, haven't we?"

"I don't think any of us would have made it out alone." He smiled, shoulder rising at the thought of who he knew and could rely on. When his parents first sent him here, they had told him to make friends, and he had struggled terribly to make a connection with anyone. It was only through an argument and not knowing much of anything that he met Christof and through him met Barth, Malodore, and many other people. In the end, Christof and Barth were his closest friends, and the ones he could trust the most. In the end, he managed to get friends despite thinking he would come home at the end of the year to lie to his parents about how popular he was.

In the scheme of things, it probably was rather pointless. His clan was wary of other people outside of their kind, and he wondered how they would react to him being friends with demons and undeads. They already thought he was odd enough.

"It's like I have a little band here." His own little herd. His eyes flashed back to Barth. "Barth! Can...Can I visit you this summer? I'm going to be of age soon to travel all on my own, and I'm going to miss you!"

"Well, I'm not err, exactly..." Barth did not have anywhere to go for the summer. "The lease on my apartment went out, so I'm stuck here over the break." Prior to Amityville, he had managed his own place. Sort of. Without a regular cleaning service the entire situation had degenerated. His dorm room was more like home than any other place he had to go to.

Maybe, after school, if he had a few designs that generated enough revenue, he could start putting in for a Castle of his own...

As long as his dad didn't have any more jobs for him.

"But you're welcome to come by."

He had no place to go?! That was such a sad thought, and Calder opened his mouth to ask why he didn't go to his parents before shutting it. He kept forgetting that some people didn't have parents. Sure, ghost and most undead didn't have family, but he would have thought demons would. It seemed most people weren't as lucky as he was, and he felt a little sad about that. Now that he thought about it, Barth didn't really mention family before. Had he ever mentioned a father, a mother, or even siblings? The subject never seemed to have come up, and Calder guessed that was the reason why.

It meant that he would try and perk Barth up when he did visit. "Then I'll just come here when I come to visit." Who knew how badly Barth would be without anyone around. He hoped the demon could manage on his own for a while. The last thing he wanted to hear about was some gnomes finding Barth expired under a pile of dirty laundry.

Yeah. Maybe he'd plan that visit as soon as he was able.

"Maybe I can visit Christof too. I bet he gets lonely during the summer." His tail flicked at the excitement of seeing his friends again even before he was leaving school. To know he wasn't cut off from them was a nice thought. "And I can send letters. They might be slow...and a bit wet, but I can send them!" Even if Barth and Christof didn't write back, he'd still send them.......though, he hoped they would write back.

"..."

Oh. Well.... Hm. That was... Hm...

A brief look of what could be disappointment mixed with embarrassment passed as she looked up from the hug, although that soon changed into a rather neutral expression. She didn't exactly feel upset at him. From her point of view, it was probably her own misinterpretation. He kissed her twice, the second time purposefully too, and kissed her on the cheek once while doing an intimate dance and she thought he wanted something more.

Wheee. Her bad.

"Ah, no... I like you the way you are, although yes, I would appreciate it if you try to tone down on the ability to make me cry," She forced a soft chuckle at that before releasing him from the hug, taking a step back, and this time, standing there, "Um... I think I misinterpreted something from your actions tonight. No, it's fine... Just that someone once told me that a boil will not kiss a ghoul he doesn't feel attracted to, so... I misinterpreted."

Oh Mac. Obviously if she asked you that question, her answer is a 'yes'.

His words just made it seem like the thought had never occurred to him, which she wasn't comfortable with. At all.

Their dance had continued until the song finally came to a close. Mitsu was a little sad that it had ended because now it seemed like the Prom was winding down. Though the wolf girl had to admit she was a little tired from the evenings events. Hesitating a moment she finally took a step back to allow Shun some room before giving a small curtsey and bowing her head.

"I am honored I got to share this with you," Mitsu practically beamed up at the reaper as she straightened up her fingers idly messing with the ribbon that hung down her front. Having another look around it seemed that some of the students were getting ready to depart if they weren't already in the process of leaving. The music had ended after all so that meant it was over right? "I wonder if we should tell everyone goodbye..." The people she had met looked as though they were engaged with their own crowd, would it be a bother to tell them goodbye?