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Barth looked at the distance between them with a great deal of reluctance. And then he looked at Lilith again, who was sitting next to him.

On second thought, maybe it was better if he moved.

"No," he said, beginning to move. Slowly. "Never do. Anyway, I'm alive. Well, I wasn't. Briefly. I got boiled alive, I think, I'm a bit fuzzy on the details."

To Lilith he said, "I'll err, um," He gestured vaguely to Colette, "be right back." Probably. It was one thing to get up and go all the way over there, and another thing to come all the way back. That was almost twice the distance.

Israfel let small coos out in attempts to sooth Junko. "Aw, it's okay, I bet you'll get your first kiss from a nice boil...or ghoul. Maybe both. And it wouldn't be for no reason!" He smiled before whispering into her ear. "And don't you want to bad? Just a little bit?" he smiled. Israfel was a devil's matchmaker...because he was just that bad. Still he had the problem trying to braid her hair. Hmmm...opening his jug of cider, he gave a little drizzel onto the hair. Maybe they were like Riley's tentacles. A little cider might do the trick. If not he'd paper Junko with a nice spa hair washing.

"Now, do you want one big braid of small ones?" Israfel eyed the current dared couple. "Oh for Jack's sake, make out before you break out. To much sexual tension and-oh my gosh." He looked at Calder. "It's just like that book you lent me."

The ghoul made note as to where this ‘Nyyrikki’s’ eyes had travelled, maneuvering herself to facilitate the viewers needs. “New?” she finally chirped, having welcomed Renaissance’s second pop-kiss with a snap of her teeth and a purr. The gentle twisting motion the gryphon made with a tuft of hair tickled her scalp, but also made her eyes roll in pleasure. He knew what he was doing with those hands, or at least the cider-filled Renaissance did--she would have to remember this for later.

Toying then with the pronunciation of this hooded students name for several seconds, she finally replied “Why am I not surprised!.” Before giving a ‘hmph’ and finishing with, “My name is Natalia…But you may call me whatever it is you would like, so long as it is used affectionately.--you know, you haven't been participating like the rest of them. Why is that? Do you prefer to get your kicks from watching...?” She knew the answer to this, but teased regardless. Draping her arm across Renaissances thigh, leaning toward him to make his hair playing efforts easier, the monster waited for a reply.

She also took notice of the kiss that went on between a dark haired ghoul and the lethargic one, frowning. A kiss was a kiss, but come on; Natalia needed a little more action than THAT...because yes, everything had to entertain the werelemur. She thought you all knew this already?!

Ren was starting to think that this dare might possibly have been the most tension-filled one yet. Lazily he played with Natalia's hair, twisting the thick, silken strands between his fingers, his tail curling around his leg.

"Oh, for JACK'S sake, just kiss already," Ren half murmured, have grumbled to the two girls sitting on either side of him. "You'd think they were trying to get out of it, or something, considering how long they're taking to actually get to the point."

However, the two students finally seemed to get close enough, the boil initiating the kiss as he stepped over to her, leaning in close, and there were several low whistles, a few catcalls, and Ren smiled. He leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, lifting his arm briefly to allow Natalia to lean against his lap, his fingers returning to their slow movements in her hair once she was settled.

"So," he said conversationally, to no one in particular. "Who's next?"

Carthusia was about to get up for another Spider Cola when a bright red furred student plopped down right in front of her. Carry sat back down and considered this proposition. About time! I was wondering when I'd get asked... She tried to keep these thoughts to herself and mulled over the possibilities. No one picks truth because what would you ask? What sort of dirty little secrets did Carthusia have? None, really. Obviously that eliminated an entire option from the menu, and Pride crossed her arms. She didn't know the asker's name, nor did she know the askee's name.

The demoness clicked her tongue, pulling her hair up in a loose bun in preparation for the coming events. "Dare, naturally." she said. Duh! Nobody picks truth because it's no fun!

Christof continued to grin as Barth was forced to get up and *go get it*, so to speak- the more work for him, the better, the lazy- well, honestly he couldn't really hold it against the Demon he was indebted to, it was in a Sloth demon's nature, and he HAD known what he was getting into when taking that hand and accepting that mark. But even so. *Laundry*? Filling out school forms for him? Helping him set up his student club had been the closest thing to interesting, and it was a sodding club for NAPPING. Not even tinkering! He had expected inventions to help bring to life! Not... half hearted blue prints to be finished later and a royal mess of parts and pieces.

He sagged a bit when beyond the walk, the demon seemed fairly unfazed. How fair was that? He often looked unfazed, though, so it was difficult to tell. Well, judging by the look on the ghoul's face, at least his thank you was well received. A rush of blood to the face had to mean a rush of emotion, and if she didn't want to do it, she would have refused, right? Right. All seemed going well up until he glanced to his left and nearly jumped out of his skin and into the pile of Riley and G beside him.

It was coming back for Christmas vengeance!! As the reigndeer approached, the hunchback's grip tightened on his stick, eyes wide with terror as he scrambled backwards against G with a panicked noise in his throat, ready to defend himself against it- although he was not about to instigate the attack after the previous reprimand.