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Hel pumped a fist into the air. “Alright! That is the spirit, friend!” Lucky for you though, West, the reaper seemed to be intent upon bringing another being into this dance…the same one he happened to be trying to signal. “Ah, but come this way first, ya? The more the merrier!” The reaper then darted from his side and ended up sidling right up and next to a certain Tatzel. “Goodness, Levi.” The ghoul greeted in what sounded like…a purr? “Those are some rather large spookies you got there…they look so delectable…like I could just bury my face in them and enjoy the sweetness.”

Wait…she was talking about the food, right?

Hel grinned, and hooked an arm with the ghoul. “Oi. We—“ She jerked a thumb at herself and at West. “Are about to go dance…you are coming, ya?”

"HERRYK PUTS ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

Freya did not like being carted off like a sack of potatoes.

Shaheen ended up dragging the girl towards the far wall, only stopping once they were well clear of most of the students before letting go of her hand and turning towards her. "We should divide the territory and patrol our sectors." She explained, not even looking down at Mitzi but instead continuously staring off into the crowds, as though hoping to spot the executioner that she was currently seeking. A small frown seemed to crease her features as though she just realized something, and her attention snapped down towards the Reaper once more.

"Where is your date?" She asked, assuming that anybody who was at the dance must be their with somebody. "Have you lost him or her as well?" It never really occurred to her until now that this girl here might also be in need of some assistance. Then again, Mitzi had said that she had just arrived, so perhaps she just had not had a chance to meet up with said date just yet.

The music had changed once again, this time to something that actually drew Shaheen's attention. It was...very catchy, and her head cocked to the side almost nodding along to the beat.

Hrm, that was strange...The lyrics themselves were mostly unintelligible, almost like very fast chanting, and Shaheen quickly found herself almost mesmerized by the sound.

Cackling at Jove's bolting from excitement and sudden embarrassment, Levi resisted the urge to boogie him. Have at 'em, Jove! No spookie'is safe! kekeke~

Her eyes strayed over to West again as soon as they reached the table who seemed to be trying to signal her. What? As if he could hear her speak, the tatzel verbalized back, not computing his wrigglings. Was something wrong? Who was the ghoul? Was she bothering him? ...

... how was West not able to handle himself? Oh. OH! It was Hel! Well that changed everything. The ghoul had shoved one rather large crunchy spookie into her mouth when the valkyrie came on by with her boilfriend in tow. Pretty sweet, yeah! They made some'of 'em so big could barely git 'it in 'ere! Levi wanted to laugh, but that would mean bits of spookie flying all over the place; best not to. Dancin' huh? She swallowed what was left and looked at West's face with a sly grin before responding. Sure thing! Let's git'it awn, ghoulie! Yew too, West. This'I gotta see. Oh, she knew he could dance despite how he avoided it this prom. Last time he'd gotten down. Levi wanted to see him move like that again.

The tatzel took the valkyrie's arm, following after her towards the dance floor, and gave a wave to Mot and Jove before being pulled away abruptly. Don't have too many 'a them spookies now!

"NO."

He followed Hel for all of six steps before it hit him—a belated wave of the most delicious rage he had ever tasted. West had built up an admirable ability to control his spontaneous wrath intake, but this emotion barreled through that wall with barely any effort at all. It was gone just as quickly, but the damage had already been done. Thank you Herryk.

The demon shuffled forward, swaying to a stop in front of the ghouls. Were they talking about...? Nah, they couldn't be. His arm rose slightly, fingers moving to brush a spookie crumb from Levi's cheek, but he stopped himself before it got very high, pinning it to his side with his other hand. "Not here," he said faintly, turning to Hel with a grin.

"ARE WE DOIN' THIS?" he yelled instead, suddenly pushing his way between them like a pair of ghoul-shaped saloon doors as he invaded the dance floor. "Let's dance."

"Was upset, calming down about it right now." Without missing a beat she tugged Siddie in pressing her lips to the smaller ghouls cheek. The faint purple lipstick she had worn to go with the dress left what she would call an adorable purple mark on Siddie's jet black cheek. "Just ran into someone who I'm not fond of is all." She peeked past Siddie at Clove in the mixer, "Little one doing okay?"

Tap on his shoulder made him startle and suddenly his arms hugged about Lark's waist, "I SWEAR TO JACK I AM BEIN' GOOD I--," his head tilted back with a blush over his face deeper than the one earlier before that he had when Lark first started her little dance and his eyes soon saw Amarus and his expression still was sheepish but concerned. She didn't look like she was enjoying herself at all.

Carefully he let go of Lark's waist but did gently nudge her to face the ghoul that had approached them clearing his throat, "'Ey Lar, I want ya to meet Amarus," he said clearly just to give her a hint that their rather interesting dance interlude was now over with.

"Amarus this is m' ghoulfriend, Lark," he announced with a bit of pride in his voice all the while he kept Lark carefully in front of him for the time being. Don't judge. No judging allowed.