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"When I was younger yes, very often." He sighed, "Family was a bit more... prestiges then I act. I was taught to dance proper when I was younger, and I learned a great number of other dances on the streets when I chose to leave home and live with friends on the road."

Then it happened, they got through a series of steps with not a single toe on toe action! "There it is! There it is now go, continue..." he guided them in a small circle swaying side to side a trail of shimering glitter in his wake.

"Couple of days." She mentally started ticking off the days she was busy, and nodded as she confirmed. "Ja, I has this weekends free, I don't thinks I has plans either da-AAAAAAAAY!" The last word came out as a screech as she was suddenly dipped, which she didn't expect because she was too busy trying to decide which day would be better for beating Kettil at a buffet-contest. The scream turned into laughter, and as she was pulled back up, she punched him in the arm.

"Gives a ghoul some warning, yeh terrible boil!" She screeched at him, though her voice clearly radiated amusement. "Now I just has teh beats yeh even worse at the buffet." She reached up and grabbed both of his ears. "I don't thinks it's fair, though, Hooter. Yeh has so much more rooms teh puts the food.." She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Because there's nothing ups here."

And then she was cackling like a demon.

"You don't say.. Then it seems you have a problem rather opposite of me. I have insomnia. I'm lucky to get a few hours sleep a night. Though, it had gotten better for a short while." His last few weeks with Hel. "Not so much lately." It got worse when he left her. "A friend makes me tea for it, but it doesn't always help. Perhaps I built up an immunity."
The playful punch to the arm was met with a soft chuckle.

Amarus made a point he'd heard before, and it made his expression falter. It hit home, much too close. Closer than he was comfortable with. He managed a sad chuckle, rubbing his neck. "I've been told a lot that I am difficult... and indirect. It's a flaw I've yet to iron out." A forced smile came and went, his eyes drifting down behind his mask.

"I suppose I am not well." He answered, though it too was rather indirect. "Actually.. I don't feel all that good at all at the moment. If um.. you will excuse me.." The reaper bowed lightly at the waist to the ghoul, and swiftly made an exit.

"Let's just make it very clear Shehk, I would never do it because I like having your pets, and you know I would never do it because you love my pets. It's a friendship of BFF magnitude based around those adorable little ears of yours." Moving over she wrapped Shehk up in a hug scratching behind an ear before releasing her to hide her phone in her dresses top.

Have to keep the video safe to share with Siddie of course, she was about to seek her out when-

"She's coming here?" Her eyes seemed to widen for a moment, "But Mal said... she doesn't remember..." A slight frown crossed her face, "Jack I hope she's well enough for this... I'd like to see her but..." She shook her head, "If I don't catch her, give her a hug for me? Hopefully she can't forget all of..." she waved a hand at Jericho, "... this beefy boil dragon win."





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"Well I can dance either way... I have been known to shuffle rather well sometimes, it comes with the territory of being friends with a mad Cat King who likes to play a sitar and dance the night away."

Moving about the floor he paused, "OH! The glitter. That was also Jack, you see him and Remi, those two boils in dresses are glitter bombing friends. Whoever gets the most wins." He grinned, "I was helping Jack anddddd well, oopse?"

As Levi pulled away, the rest of the world began to flicker back into existence. West could hear strains of the current song back inside, he could feel the spot on the back of his head that had hit the wall when she'd slammed him into it, and perhaps most unwelcome of all were the return of the bits of nervous energy that had him convinced someone was watching them. The boil kept his eyes on her, even though some twitchy part of his brain yearned to make sure they were still alone.

He supposed he had needed air as well, if the low, ragged breaths he took once she wasn't so close were any indication, but West probably would have dissipated with a smile on his face even if she had never budged. He rolled his head back for a moment after she let go, briefly forcing his burgeoning bruise into the stone behind him, and when he looked down at her again, she had moved much closer. West barely kept from shivering as her whisper tickled the shell of his ear. This time, it wasn't just the hair on his arms that rose, but the ones on his legs and the back of his neck as well.

"Y'shoulda done it... whenever y'liked," he breathed, the words spilling out of his mouth before he had thought them through. If she sounded silly, then he was the king of the ridiculous.

West longed for an easy way to determine if she had some ulterior motive for her actions, if her innocence was real or carefully calculated to string him along, to eventually humiliate him again. He wanted to abandon this dance and take her back to his dorm, foolishly certain that pushing things would help somehow. At least then he would know. Maybe. He lowered his hands to the small of her back and leaned close again, pressing his lips to hers for another lingering moment just to still his thoughts.

"I do," West said, once he had broken the kiss. "I, um... it's secret. This." She had proven she understood that earlier when talking with Lizzy, but he wasn't quite sure how she had come to that conclusion on her own. "I'm not ashamed'r nothin'..." Was she? "It's jus'... I dunno." Words. They sucked. West really wanted to get back to the kissing.

"A Mad Cat King?" And then Anna turned and looked, and lo, all her questions were answered. The cat-eared boil in black definitely seemed to fit the bill. "They're very.... shiny," she said, firmly. "Um, gets the most how?"

She wasn't even thinking about dancing any more, but she was still moving, and not even stepping on his feet at all! ... Not that she seemed consciously aware of it.

"MEAN!" She screeched out in laughter, beating him in the stomach with playful punches. "Why are yeh so damn means teh me!" Her laughter turned into growls, and she stuck out her tongue at him and set her arms back where they should be for dancing. There was a moment of lulled silence between them as they danced, before she started all over again.

"... I has a perfect sized head."

Freya does not let things go.