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Once again, Tsetsiliya was surprised as the boil next to her draped his jacket over her shoulders. She looked up at him in surprise, before lowering her eyes with a nod. "T-thank you." Everybody was being so accommodating towards her, so supportive! Why was that? Why did they feel the need to do this for her? Most people tended to stay away from someone causing a spectacle, didn't they? In any case, she did feel very grateful, and her grip tightened on Sepheram's jacket.

Her eyes skimmed the crowd, and she noticed a familiar gryphon waving encouragingly at her. She flashed him a small smile and waved back with her free hand. Then almost immediately afterward, she saw another boil she remembered (albeit it was a rather fuzzy memory) from Christmas Town.

He was bidding on her. The poludnica's face flushed deeper. Somebody was actually bidding on her? It was terribly kind of him to do so.. but she did not think she had much to offer, compared to the other lovely ghouls up here. What had compelled him to do so? She puzzled over this as she watched the bidder quizzically. Maybe something in his behavior would give away what had pushed him to pick her when there were better fish in the figurative sea.

"Thanks then..." Jericho murmured before blinking as she asked him what he wanted to do. He really didn't know the answer to that. At first, he was too busy worrying about the auction itself that he didn't really think about what would happen afterwards.

"What do I want to do? I have no jacking clue," he said with a frown. Riley wanted him to take a girl to the dance, but that wasn't necessarily what he wanted. This left a little bit of internal conflict for the dragon boy.

So he stood there for awhile trying to think on the answer to this.

Chuppi had been content to stay and hold her position in front of Tsetsiliya, the girl's modesty depending on the actions of the chupacabra, so she was doing quite well in that aspect. She didn't mind that her back was out to the audience nor that they could see all of her quills and the scales beneath them. Chuppi's face, oddly enough, was probably one of the best looking places on her body due to how slimming the quills seemed to be on her figure, and the fact that her dress didn't have a back on it made it all the better.

But that was beside the point! When the boy that had come on stage with them gave Tsetsiliya the jacket the chupacabra pulled it close and made sure it covered what needed to be covered before she allowed herself to step away from her companion and turn back to facing the crowd. . . which turned out to be a mistake. With her back to them it was almost easy to forget the sheer number of people but now that she was looking again. . .

". . . Uweh."

She silently bit her lip to reduce any sounds she might have been making but soon she squeaked when she heard her name called out by. . .Tybalt! Her cheeks burned the bright red-green that was slowly spreading over her whole body and she shook her head in an effort to get rid of of the look and keep an neutral face. She'd already shown off her feelings once tonight, no need to show them again and make people start rumors! That wouldn't be fair to Tybalt, not at all.

Instead she merely bobbed her head in a show of thanks for being bid upon, and went back to standing quietly. Maybe this would end soon . . .

The reassurances of her beloved nergal were slow to ease the poor ghoul's concern, at least at first, and she continued to look up at him with worried eyes. The backs of soft knuckles touching softly against the ebony swirls that marked his left cheek. "So long as you're sure.." delicate tones still seemed unsure, though the shadow of a grin was growing at the corners of dark lips. "Not would, my love, but will. You will do it again." She rose on tiptoes to set teeth against his cheek, but paused with her mouth barely a breath away from that intoxicating, pale flesh.

Someone had approached them, and not just approached, but insinuated rather obviously that he'd like if one of them bid on him. Perhaps even both. Her hands resting on Sharra's shoulders, the djinn sank back to rest flatly on bare, henna painted feet. Mocha lips pursed as she gave the dragon a bit of once over before flicking vivid blues up to her boilfriend, brows arching gently. Catching the look he'd turned down to her, the demon lass held her one handout for the offered seeds and happily added them to her own small pouch tied to her hip. She then turned so she could rest her back against Sharra's taller frame. Pulling his humanesque hand around so it circled her waist. "My pleasure, dearest."

But first, the Djinn turned cool little smile to the avarice demon as she quipped at them, and the look in her eyes was akin to that of any cheshire worth their stripes. "Oh, but I have." One dark arm rose to loop around the back of the nergal's neck, hips rolling to press herself harder against the boil's front. "Can't you tell?"

Before West could respond the Djinn had turned towards the stage, and seeing the dragon boil step forward(And hearing the first bid on him), Yaya threw her free hand up, voice raising to call above the crowd.

I'm raising my hands in the air! All the players know that I'm layin' down 400 on this hottie Aksaja! ]

There, that should do it, for now. Hopefully there wouldn't be a bid war. If there was..

Well, she was fairly certain she'd seen a rather impressive amount on West.

Normally, seeing Calder suffer brought her great joy. She had to force herself not to revel in it this time around.. for complicated reasons. She turned away from West, since her job there was done, and bit back a scathing retort for Calder, instead focusing on the confusion at hand.

Calder, stop acting like a child. Christof had nothing to do with it. I bid on you of my own volition. Also, you're making a scene. Is that really what you want right now?

She glared at him viciously, hoping beyond hope that he would at least lay off of Christof. If he *had* to yell at someone in public, it might as well be someone who deserved it.

Besides, she murmured in a much less angry voice. You're still getting a date to the dance, you know. And NO, it isn't going to be me. So sit down, shut up, and stop blaming Christof for something he had nothing to do with.

Later indeed. His eyes narrowed just a notch, as if to show Ren silently that he knew what he was doing and that they'd discuss it later. After all, the nix was used to being around the gryphon, and such mood changes indicated trouble; that something was bothering him. Which was odd, seeing as how so very little bothered the other boil usually. Alas, this was most certainly not the time or place for any of this, "I don't know. I'd be having a much better time if I weren't on the menu," the words were drawled out but there was no real venom to them; after all, he'd had time to come to terms with the situation and he wasn't having such a hard time with it anymore.

His gaze lifted up to the stage, watching as the auction progressed, "What do you think happens if I don't get any bids? Does that officially mean I'm off the hook, per se?" he watched the chaos on stage as poor Tsetsiliya's body chose that precise moment to undergo a transformation. In all honesty, the nix was sorely disappointed he had left his seeds back in his dorm, not realizing he might feel the need to bid on someone, "Say, Ren," he drawled as he turned away from the stage, "You wouldn't happen to have enough seeds on you to lend me some, would you?" he wasn't sure if he'd use them, but it'd always come in handy to have some he could reach for in a time of need, "I'll pay you back when we go to the dorm rooms."

Turning to LW, he offered her a real smile this time, his hand still stroking behind her ear in an attempt to calm her, "I'll take that as a yes then, Little one, and I promise to make it an evening worth remembering," content that she seemed to have calmed down, he withdrew his hand from her head, retreating away from her personal bubble, "Seems like all the auctions are going quite well," he stuck his hands once more in his sleeves and turned his gaze down on them, "I'm become fond of these stupidly large sleeves, you know."

It was a decent tactic, and Calder's attention did drop away from Christof to the one person he really didn't want to even address right now. Whatever he and Riley had going, their little rivalry, this was a step too far. The one holiday he took more seriously than others, and the other many complicated issues this entire auction brought up were something Riley never should have just meddled with. There were huge consequences, and he looked at the demon not with the hate hatred he usually gave her. It was intermingled with much more than that.

"You know, whatever little jollies you get off on this is well and fine in class, but not here. You talk smart and you like giving orders, but no here. I'm not your pet and you have NO idea what the hell you are even talking about at times." He turned on that, glaring at the pair of them and made his way out of the auction area. Whatever 'date' Riley was going to set up for him, he was sure it would be no good. When did Riley ever give a damn when it didn't make her look good or make her laugh. Sure, his master and mistress kept Christof in check, but sometimes he wished the Igor would turn around and do the same.

"Nonsense" said Ren breezily, waving a hand airily at Gabrian. There was still the faintest tinge of pink to his cheeks, but he seemed relatively back to his old self. "There's nothing wrong with having you on the 'menu.' Everybody needs a little taste of something new every now and then, dontcha think?"

Casting a wink back at the nix just to be obnoxious, Ren slipped one hand into his pocket, raising the other to absently rub at the back of his neck. On stage Tset was looking very much awkward and unsure of herself, holding onto the jacket she clutched around her shoulders with white-knuckled fingers. He caught the smile she sent towards him and he widened his own, blowing her a playful kiss before turning his attentions back to Gabe.

"Mmm?" he said, humming lightly as he rocked back on his heels, golden eyes meeting Gabrian's slightly darker ones. "Perhaps, perhaps not. Why, did you have someone you wanted to bid on?"

Lifting an arm, he rested his elbow on one of the nix's shoulders lazily, head in his hand. "And who says you're not going to get any bids?" he answered, casting a quick glance towards LW, grinning at his best friend. "I'm sure those magical powers you have over half of the female population - and some of the male population too, for that matter - will come in handy just about now~"