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Xiu immediately enveloped the other ghoul in a hug, noting that she still seemed a little jittery at...well, at the yelling that just happened. Understandably. "Yeah, I guess it's over, huh? We should hang out some time!" She gestured towards the camera she had left on the table, and then grinned. "I'll send you the pictures sometime, okay?"

A quick look around determined that Shun was standing nearby, and the Baku directed a wave at the reaper, stepping back from the lupine so that he could escort her back to the dorms. "I hope you two had fun today!"

To Mot, Xiu responded to his smirk with a wry smile. "So I noticed. Let me know when you leave so that I can say a proper goodbye, okay?" She paused, staring at him thoughtfully, "Though you'd best leave soon. You look tired, and I'm not sure dozing off near a Baku would be a good idea." She fluttered her fingers teasingly, but suddenly frowned. Wait, where was Lizzy--

--...? Whatever Lizzy and Mac were talking about, it looked serious. Best to not interrupt them.

Mid-dance, in the midst of the first and probably only dance Moure and Danny would get actually, it seemed someone decided to come interupt them. Moure looked up, confused for a moment as he heard Roch's voice call out to him. (He assumed it was for him. After all, Moure hadn't seen Christof anywhere...) "Something wrong, Roch?" He asked as the reaper got over to himself and Danny. Then, the reaper had spoken again, requesting they switch/trade dates.

...Wait. Trade dates..? Why did Roch want to trade dates? Moure's expression was pretty much simply confusion as he tilted his head at the punk-dressed boil. (He would have adjusted his hat at this point in time, but Danny had stolen it already.) Something seemed a bit off about the boil...was something up? Moure decided he wouldn't figure it out just by staring, so he asked. "What? Why? Is something wrong?" Probably not the best question to ask Roch, but oh well.

Moure looked back to Danny, his face falling a bit. Moure was ashamed that he'd been such a bad Escort for her this evening. He was determined to make it up to her too, but he couldn't do that if he date-swapped with Roch. The patchwork really didn't want to fail at this Errand. No, it was more that just an Errand. He was failing at being a good friend to Danny.

And there was no way he was going to let himself fail at being that.

Plus, Claire and Danny were in the same building, so escorting them home wouldn't really be any different, no matter which ghoul was with which boil, right?

As such, Moure looked between Roch and Danny again, his expression almost a tad forlorn. "I don't really want to trade dates, though...I've barely spent any time with Danny at all tonight, after all. It's up to her if she wants to trade, I suppose..." Moure gestured to Danny, looking over at his date and trying not to look too sad.

Well. Moure was just having the weirdest Prom ever, it seemed.

Mot waved to Shun and Mitsu as they left, then settled his hidden gaze to Xiu.

"I won't. I'll be proper." He promised, raising his hand in an oath. He chuckled at her 'threat' and put up his arms in defense. "Nooo~." He teased.

He had yet to notice Mac and Lizzy's tension.

Nodding to Mitsu, Shun placed his hands into his pockets before starting towards the door.

"Let's go home then."

He'd walk her back to her room first before crashing at his own place. It would definitely be nice to be back at his dorm where it was uncrowded and quiet. He wasn't really sure what he'd do right off the bat but he'd figure it out whenever he got there.

She had been ignoring the various yells in the background up to now, but when Mac became distracted with it, she did too. Her hand tightened around his at his final 'answer' to her, a small smile on her lips, "And you know that my answer is already a 'yes'... I'm willing to try too." Her attention soon turned to Mot-against-the-wall, and she smiled sheepishly, tugging on Mac's hand to guide him towards the cowboil.

"Mot! Sorry for the wait!" She took his gloved hand in her free hand before turning to look at Mitsu, Shun, Xiu, and everyone else who was near with a smile, "Thank you for joining Mot and I at the table today... It was fun. But I have to walk my date home now-" Yes, walk him home, not the other way round, "-He looks ready to collapse! I'll see you guys around though, yes?"

Okay. Wait. WAIT WAIT WAIT.

Moure was so confused right now. So completely confused. What was Roch saying about Moure being Claire's boilfriend?! He wasn't Claire's boilfriend, he'd only met the ghoul twice, after all! Moure's face was a mixture of absolute confusion and shock. (In short, it probably looked like this: " O A O;;??? ")

Moure put up his hands a bit, trying to get Roch to calm down so he could get an answer out of him. The Runner was still a mix of complete confusion, and he really needed some answers here. "Wait! Wait wait wait one second. Who said I'm Claire's boilfriend?! I've talked to her twice! And that includes tonight!" Moure's face and gesturing reflected his complete confusion about the situation. Still in a shock and oblivious of this so called "boilfriend" business, Moure shook his head. "I'm not Claire's boilfriend, at least not to my knowledge. I seriously have no idea what you're talking about, Roch. Why would you think I was Claire's boilfriend?"

That was it. Moure was officially SO CONFUSED, and his face showed it. Why was Roch so mad at him, and who had said he was Claire's boilfriend in the first place?! It didn't make any sense to the extremely flaggergasted Runner. No sense at all.

Trying to make sense of everything in his mind, Moure remembered all about all of the tokens in his pocket from his attempts at playing the games, and then about the auction. "If you're going to the auction, why don't we all go? Don't we all have tokens?" He knew that Roch did from what he'd said, both now and eariler, and he knew Danny did, since he'd played Poker with her and they'd both gotten token(s) from that. It didn't make sense in Moure's mind as to why they couldn't all just go to the auction together. He looked over at Danny, hoping to see if she could clear anything up for them.

Get a hold of yourself! Johan thought furiously, attempting to will the color from his cheeks. He was surprised, and grateful that Haddiya decided not to tease him for the blush, even though she had certainly noticed it.

More typical of the demoness, he thought, was that unsaid challenge to enjoy himself. Her interest in him still worried Johan, for her couldn't be sure of her motives. In the back of his mind, the memory of how she'd reacted to his magic on the boat kept popping up like a backwater proverb. But the logical part of his mind noted that not once had she shown any malice towards him, even respecting his wish to not be touched. His eyes flicked down towards his collar. Most of the time.

The internal debate sufficed to return Johan's color to its usual pallor, and he seriously considered Haddiya's challenge. Taking another look around at the glowing lights, the music, the many, many other students there, he asked himself whether he ever could find something like this event entertaining.

Maybe, was the answer. Though he rather thought he'd have preferred something on a much smaller scale first. And no hip thrusting. Whatever that mania had been, Johan wanted no part of it.

Haddiya's question caught him off guard, resulting in a confusing mix of apprehension, guilt, and relief warring briefly for dominance. Another thing he should have expected from Haddiya, but one that neatly fullfilled his Mother's commands. At least she'd left the actual asking to him. Familial duties, he reminded himself.

"Nein." he replied, slowly, considering his options, though really there was only one. "Perhaps you vould do me ze honor of granting me ze next one?"

As the second ticked by after his question, Johan felt a growing sense of alarm. Why was she looking at him like that? Oh, Jack. Had she not been hinting that she wanted him to ask her to dance? She didn't look angry. Just... surprised? Maybe? Ach! Ghouls!

When she finally acquiesced, Johan felt a flood of relief, until he recalled exactly what he'd just asked to do. Dancing generally required physical contact. Easier said than done, in his case. He gave the slim brown hand a blank stare, like a deer caught in the headlights, before looking down at his own, stomach twisting. Gloves. He was wearing gloves, at least. Oh, right, and spookies.

Johan quickly set the satchel of spookies down on a nearby table, and deciding it was best not to hesitate, steeled himself, and carefully took Haddiya's hand. He'd taken dancing lessons from his Grandmother, though she'd only taught him ballroom. Johan tried to concentrate on assuming the correct stance, one hand (holding hers!) leading, the other placed gently on her lower back.

He looked askance at Haddiya, wondering if she was alright with this. The current song playing didn't quite lend itself to ballroom, but...