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Oops, perhaps she shouldn't have spoken, feeling just a little guilty now for having thrown off her concentration. She didn't fault him for it though, making mention of the misstep by word or expression, and merely subdued her own movement until he'd regained his beat. She was courteous partner, not a selfish one.

She'd have left it alone, remaining quiet throughout the remainder of the dance, but once he'd gotten them back on track he'd spoken. Self doubting words making her frown softly. Even as he moved on to compliment her. "Thank you," she added softly, searching his face. he might not have been looking at her, but she'd been watching him.

Did he really not consider himself talented? "Really though, you're quite good." The inside of her cheek was received a nibble or two in thought before she went on. "There aren't that many people within our age group that bother with lessons or dancing, so you're a cut above the lot of them." Obviously she and her boilfriend were the exception, both taking dancing rather seriously, willingly or otherwise.

"The magic you do is very impressive as well, you know." She'd made him frown again, and she was sorry for it. So her effort was now going towards making it fade, if not perhaps even making him smile.

At her insistence, Johan glanced at her face, and disturbed by her study, looked away again. The lightly glowing eyes seemed to see far too much.

"Danke schoen." came the simple reply. He wouldn't argue the point. The dance lessons he'd received from his Grandmother had been more of a way to condition his body to the encroaching crystal than something done for pleasure. But he'd always found a treasured moment of freedom in concentrating on the movement of his limbs instead of the curse. He could move, yes. Could his Father? Or any of his ancestors?

"Talent ist nicht genug." Johan said softly, before remembering himself. Now was not the time to wax maudlin about his family curse. Another glance at Haddiya's face was enough to confirm her concern. Johan did his best to smooth the frown from his face. Concentrate on the steps! He sent Haddiya into another twirl.

"It is being very nice to meet you, Merel." Tsetsiliya smiled at the small mouse, who looked so timid now that she had been thrust into the limelight. It was then that she noticed the state of Joachim's hands, and the smell of punch that was ever present around the two newer additions to the group. What an unfortunate mishap on such an otherwise lovely night! She hoped it didn't spoil too much for the two, but perhaps it was best not to distract for long. The music was waning after all, and the room was emptying - some heading back to the dorms, others heading into the adjacent area to cash in their game chips. Tsetsiliya was not much of a gambler, so none of the games had appealed to her (but Jack knew if her grandmother was here, the old poludnica would not have left the tables for a minute).

"But it is seeming the night is winding down.." She clutched at the front ruffles of her dress and a small sigh escaped her lips. Over already, and so fast too. Her eyes traveled to Colette first, then to Petro. "Shall we be having more dancing.. ?" She let the words trail off a little; she did not want to steer the decision to leave or stay, but lingering at a party that was emptying quickly was in bad taste - at least that's what her mother said, coming from her vast bank of socialite wisdom. But her dates' wants and desires were the forefront of her decision making tonight.

Junko did notice things were winding down. People were leaving, and things were getting quiet..ish. Quietish. Not completely so, but enough that it was clear the night was ending. She may have been delaying the inevitable by not wanting to admit the night was over. Ending prom only meant one thing.

Cleaning up prom.

It wasn't that Junko hated cleaning. Of course not. She loved it, actually! She loved to do chores and housework, it was what she was used to doing. It had become an enjoyable experience for her over the years. But she was not looking forward to cleaning up this auditorium. Not at all. But it would have to be done eventually. She'd have to go find Nuk later...she had to have a very serious talk with him about that roulette wheel. She already had her arguments ready if he dare deny her this chance.

Suddenly there was a weight on her shoulders and she looked up, still holding Cam in her arms. Huh? Oh! "Mhm!" Junko smiled, tilting her head into the kiss against her cheek with a tiny giggle. She was tired, for sure. But the problem was while she was tired she still had that...buzzing excitement. She couldn't sleep. She couldn't possibly just sit still. She was tired, but not tired. Did that make sense? It did to her. But then Seiji mentioned the status of the event and she sighed, pouting a little and turning her gaze down to Cam. So cuuuuuute.

"I guess we could go. I'm not very tired though." She slipped free from Seiji's arms to gently place Cam on the floor, patting his head. "You go back to Riley now, okay? I think she got brought back to her room? Maybe. You're very lucky, Cam. I was this close to punting you across the auditorium." Junko told him with a shake of her finger before she stood up, leaning back against Seiji. "We could go for a walk or something. Like I said, I'm not very tired."

"Ignore her. She's exhausted." She finally piped up, the first thing She had said all night.

No, wait. She'd laughed really hard at Junko diving under that table. Nevermind. But that didn't technically count. Laughing wasn't talking! Junko pouted back toward Her before sighing and looking up at Seiji. Who was he going to believe? Junko or Her?

He let her go so she could set the little dealer back on the ground, watching him as he looked up at the both of them before settling his attention on Junko as she gave her warning. "Bit of handful, that one?" He asked to the ghoul as the tentacled beastling ran off. Happily settling his arms back around her for a few last sways with the lingering music. Humming softly as she suggested a walk. Smirking faintly as She spoke up.

If she really wanted to go he'd go, but he had a hard time believing she was as awake as she thought she was. "If you want. Are we bunking together tonight?" It was an idle question, purely curious and lacking any expectation. She was still shaken from their last Sex Ed class, and he wasn't going to push her. "We should probably stop and pick up night clothes for the one bunking over at the others place if so." He started steering them towards the door. Walking so his feet carefully avoided the short train of her dress.

"Just to get things situated," he pointed out reasonably. "If we do go for a walk I doubt we'll wanna pick anything up after." He paused, leaning as he walked to press the coolness of his cheek against her temple. "If you wanted to do that, I mean. We don't have to if you don't want to."

West knew he was expected to walk Holly back to her dorm or at least off of the dance floor and out of the prom, but he was fairly certain she didn't actually know that. He was glad that she had managed to have a good time, but being glad made him mad all over again. "'M glad," he said anyway. His eyes closed for a bit longer than a blink and he sighed. "Later. Yeah. I'll see y'later."

He watched, seemingly helpless to stop his hand from reaching out and touching the back of her arm, right above her elbow. Down, down, down he leaned, and when his face was level with hers, he turned and brushed a kiss to her cheek, straightening again as if he had been bitten by an invisible skitter. s**t. West didn't say anything more as he turned and fled from the room, only barely managing not to break into a run.

Ren, who had spent the better part of the evening dancing with not just Gabrian, but LW and Alessa as well, was feeling very content with how the evening had turned out. For him personally it had been a rather low key and quiet night, spent with the three people who he cherished the most. It hadn't been about the glitz or the glamour; he'd preferred to spend his time with his best friends rather than try and make prom king or queen. Not that it was a bad thing, and the people who had been crowned had very much deserved their titles, but Ren was perfectly satisfied with his own personal goals.

"You know," he said, as he and Gabrian walked back to the dorms, after having dropped the ghouls off at Alessa's place for the rest of the night. "I do believe we had a very nice evening together, wouldn't you say?"

If there was anyone with whom he would have wanted to spend time with, it was the demon. Lately Ren had been feeling slightly out of sorts with Gabrian; they had not hung out nearly as much as they had before the island and their exams and now prom, so right now he was feeling a bit more clingy than usual, especially after having broken up with Alessa.

Ren looped his arm sleepily through Gabrian's, resting his head against the demon's shoulder as he raised his free hand to cover his mouth and the yawn that had escaped. When they reached Gabrian's room he was just going to crash in the nix's bed and sleep til noon the next day, if he could. It wasn't like Gabrian even used his bed anyway; the demon tended to sleep in his fish tank, after all.

"By the way," Ren said, as they stepped into the dorms. "You still owe me a dance, mister."