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[Entering Solo]

No one, not a single denizen of Halloween, nor any entity from any realm known or otherwise, could ever, ever, accuse the jikininki from not loving his ghoulfriend. It wasn't as though anyone had ever questioned his affection for Junko, but after tonight, no one would ever be able to. Not with what he was wearing. Not some outfit the ghoul had made for him to match her own attire, not tonight. No sir, Seiji had gone above and beyond to find something so he'd look just as fancy standing beside the futakuchi-onna in her beautiful dress.

His pants were black, and tighter then he would have liked, but the length of the jacket the cinched his waist was enough to let the boil feel comfortable, relatively. He was all twilight colors, blacks, blues, and silvers, and a touch of white at his throat where the ruffles of a cravat hung over the top of his vest. There was a silver broach pinned amongst the ruffled folds.

Junko would recognize the outfit. It was heavily influenced by a certain goblin king, the masquerade number he wore while serenading the object of his affection in the midst of the drugged dream. He had added a tricorn hat as well, and his hair was tied back in his usual ponytail.

Yes, that outfit. Even the boots.

Before the boil entered the room he was careful to pull his mask down over his face, saving himself from the immediate embarrassment that may or may not come from the outfit seen on it's own, rather then beside Junko and her amazing attire.

And boy, did she look amazing. He paused a little away from her, simply admiring the lovely ghoul as she talked to her friends and did her duty as acting student council president.

"I'm glad you like them."

Another twitch of his tail, Sheridan bent down to place a small kiss on her cheek. By now he was approaching seven feet tall, often finding he had to duck to avoid hitting his antlers as he walked through doorways. It was quite a height difference, but one he didn't mind.

"Oh, yeah."

He may have jumped, or rather felt as if he would, when he realized she had seen the object he held. He cared for Tess, deeply, she was his ghoulfriend, and it was something he had been thinking of, something he had wanted to give her. Tonight seemed like the right night to do so, but then why was he suddenly feeling so nervous?

"This is for you."

A deep breath, he held out the item for her, a small box containing a crystal pendant. Inside the box, the clear crystal gleamed, light reflected of its facets, almost as if he had reached into the sky itself and captured a star. Within the crystal shimmered a small frozen flower, giving the crystal itself a brilliant blue tint.

He really hoped she liked it...

Willingly he leaned down to her when she gave a tug and the kiss on his cheek made him break out into one of his trademark goofy grins. That was the good stuff right there. The very best stuff. Kettil softly brushed his fingertips against her cheek as he leaned away, "That sounds like a good plan," he said simply.

Just by being here and even wearing the dress, for him, this was the best first prom ever. Quietly he started to lead her over to where the punch was, "We got the whole night ahead of us, after all, we don't have to rush anywhere," he said simply.

Indeed Kettil wasn't honestly in a rush to do anything, "'Sides, we gotta give Endy a chance to find us when she's done huntin', eh?"

While Legs had not been fully receptive to the discovery that she now had a boilfriend (no, not her exactly), seeing that said boil was giving her jewelry certainly made her more amicable.

Tess, on the other hand, let out a small squeak of delight but made no motion to take it from him. Instead, her hands were over her mouth, careful not to touch her lips in case they smeared her makeup. "It's exquisite! This must have cost you a small fortune, are you sure I can have it?" The ghoul wasn't playing coy as she looked up at him, crimson eyes wide and the faint blush on her cheeks deepening. This was a big deal to her.

Muka did catch sight of Petro's signature hair, thinking it to be some happening current style. He approved! Just as Needle had spotted her sister he was waving to the tanned boil. Needle's excitement was infectious, though a thrill ran through the entire place, setting his sensitive senses on happy-overload.

"A pleasure Miss Lattice!" Muka chirped and made an extra concerted effort to lift her hand and place a kiss on the back of it. He'd been working on it!! He was extra careful to avoid the needles but seemed pretty observant and precise. Lattice would notice that Muka's custome ordering of their clothes included that their entire outfits were embellished and dyed in ink. "You are just as lovely as your sister here, though I do not see how people confuse you. You are both so uniquely lovely!" He had keen senses and despite similarities, their differences were glaring to him. Even the mood around them was different.

Muka accepted the bouquet from Petro and coo-ed "Oh is this for me!?" He was teasing, knowing better of course, but he gave the tan boil and hearty handshake as the sister's embraced. "Look Needle, Petro got you a bouquet as well!" She would be drowning in flowers if this continued. She had a corsage, accented with a few of his own feathers and ribbons to match her dress. There was also a small bouquet that matched for photos, but he held onto it for her while she embraced and talked to her sibling.

"The prom looks wonderful, does it not?!" The strix was probably as excited as the ghouls were.

The giggle was, naturally, music to his ears as he just let her go get the punch for them despite the fact that she was pulling away from him. Small sacrifices must be made in the name of punch. He took the glass from her, his fingertips idly brushing against hers (or perhaps less idly and more purposefully), as he then took a sip from his cup and stood near her, "It is," he agreed quietly taking a more serious demeanor.

He was pondering something for a brief moment.

"Though I don't think I'd want to do this sorta thing all the time, y'know? Doesn't suit me." He murmured a bit staring down at his get up. Oh. Sure it was nice to wear things he didn't usually consider wearing but...

...He missed his everyday clothes already.

"How're you feelin' about it, Lar?" He asked curiously.