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Mot flinched, feeling terribly that he would have doubted Hel's loyalty. His eyes turned to Titus, mouth twisting in discomfort as he continued to try and mess with therm. That doubt was there, regardless of how he felt for Hel. What if she turned to others for the love and affection he could not provide? It seemed legit. However, he also know Titus was a s**t disturber.

"Back off, Titus." Mot grumbled, shoulders slumping. The hand quotes gave him away. "And don't even imagine laying a finger on her, tussles or otherwise."

Hel was just about ready to explode. From the jabs Titus was insinuating…to the fact that he just showed off one of her feathers that he was carting around like a prize. Hel was ready to make his dissipate into a billion pieces. He was retreating though, and as tempting as it was to come after him and beat him into a pulp…she was now upset at Mot too.

Good job, Titus. The nightmare demon was spared Hel’s wrath…for now. Just for now.

“Leave, you pansy a**!” She yelled after the nightmare demon, and with a huff the ghoul immediately spun on her heel to just glare at Mot. She was silent for a long moment, shaking lightly before she exploded again. “I can not believe you doubt me!” She cried. “I speak about marriage…and you…you are thinking that I run around like a trollop!” She let out a frustrated cry and stomped her foot before marching off and away from the yearbook booth.

[EXIT]

Willow paused at the booth looking at the year book information she grabbed a sheet to fill it out. Pausing to read the lines.

Eep, how could she have almost forgotten to fill out her form? Dropping in quietly, the baku grabbed one of the slips and began to fill it out.



With that done, Xiu handed the form in and rushed away.

Writing took Yin a long time.

A really, really long time.

A really, really, really long time. Not to mention the time it took to actually read the form, and then track down meanings for some of the words.




Thank you box: Unnecessary or surprise?

Between planning prom and...planning prom, Junko had found herself getting...flighty. She was forgetting things, not sleeping enough, and generally just putting more work on herself than she really needed to. It was silly, really. She would laugh at herself when this was all over.

It was The Mistress who had reminded her sweet Miss Amrita was running the yearbook committee, and so Junko had taken the time to stop by to offer her support, and even fill out the questionnaire.

It was...very nostalgic.

So they were to compile their pictures from memories of their time at Amityville. This Yearbook sounded like a dang good idea! Levi skipped off to her dorm to collect some of the pictures she had. It was a bit perplexing that she didn't have a picture from scarentines. The ghoul could remember the flash of a camera but- that was all. Really. She swore.

As her little meeting with Jericho and Malodore ended, Amrita rushed back to the booth, discovering a mountain of filled out forms to sort and deal with. Normally, one might groan under all this work, but Amrita? The patchwork ghoul was nearly sparkling with happiness.

"Ah, sorry about that, everyone! I'm back now, let's do this!" She started to sort out the forms; the personal information in one box, the votes in the other, gifts given to those who lingered around the booth, and for those that didn't they would find one on their doorstep, with a little thank you note written in awkward and almost childish scrawl.



























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