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'Of course he's happy! I mean, going with you to the dance is a privilege for any boil! <3 By the way, you should come to the wall beside the stage - I'm there with him now!'

Lizzy pressed send, still grinning to herself; yes! It would be perfect! It didn't occur to her how Tess would take the news that she suddenly had a date - she just thought the ghoul would be pleasantly surprised by the information! Wrapped up in her excitement, she did not realize that Tess had in fact, placed a bid on another boil - which could potentially ruin her otherwise perfect plan. Instead, she turned her attention back to Sepheran, not wishing to appear rude, "I asked her to come over!"

Sin's anger began to melt away the moment Barth kissed her hand, ah the old fashioned pleasantries of the demon world, how she loved them. Her lips curved a bit more a more genuine smile finding it's place. She glanced at Christof once as if to let him know he was both pardoned and excused.

"Really now? Well I'm glad you enjoyed the party, it looks like we'll be paired up for the Scarentines Dance and that should give you ample opportunity to discuss anything you wish with me." She was much more relaxed now, she had a date, it was a demon, and barth was actually sort of cute in a sleepy way.

A snort signalled that Gabrian did not really agree with Ren. Not in the least, "Yes well, you only say that because you aren't on said menu, bird brain. He seemed to ponder his friend's words and 'hmmmmmmm'ed loudly for a moment, "Not really, no. But I figured better be safe than sorry, if that makes any sense," which it probably didn't.

He was distracted by the she-wolf, whom stood up on tiptoes to offer him a kiss on the cheek. Unconsciously, he leaned down to allow her better access and then smirked at her as she pulled away, "I'm just going to go ahead and let you know that you're going to have to do better than that to make up for this," as soon as he'd said that, his name was called out and the demon paused, letting out a weary sigh. He rolled his eyes heavenward for a moment, as if you say something akin to 'please give me strength to endure this idiocy' and then walked off towards the stage, joining the other students there.

Bids came and went, but the most surprising one (or maybe not that surprising, though still rather interesting) was Sarias' bid on Icky. Well, at least this might be an interesting ordeal after all.

Sepheran shifted his head in the direction of Lizzy's voice. Oh good, he did the right thing by staying around after all. He doubted he would have been able to find her himself in the throng of people around. He smiled happily, "Lizzy! Thanks for bidding on me...hm?" he blinked hearing her request. So she wanted him to take her friend? Well, why not, if her friend didn't mind having him of course. If she was Lizzy's friend she must be nice too. "Oh you want me to take your friend to the dance? Okay, if she's your friend I'm sure she's a lovely ghoul, if she doesn't mind I'd be happy to take her to the dance," Sepheran replied.

He watched as Lizzy began texting back and forth with whom he considered must be this friend she spoke of. Then after a few moments another ghoul appeared. Was this the one Lizzy spoke of? He didn't want to assume just yet in case it wasn't, so he decided to just introduce himself as well. He smiled lightly, "Pleasure to meet you Tess, I'm Sepheran," he stated before motioning to Liannan, "And this here is Liannan," he added as the white snake nodded softly flicking her tongue out a few times staring at the new ghoul describing her in soft hisses so Sepheran would be able to recognize her later.

[Such a gentleman. ;o; Lizzy made the right choice!]

"She is!" She nodded at the 'lovely ghoul' comment, blushing a little when he linked it to her. Then, almost as if on cue, she gestured at Tess as she approached them. Pulling the ghoul into a hug when she was close enough before linking arms with her, Lizzy allowed Sepheran to introduce himself. Her smile widened at how well he was taking the news - so excited she was, that she failed to realize Tess was utter confused and needed to talk to her privately.

"This is the lovely ghoul you'll be taking to the dance," She confirmed Sepheran's thoughts before turning to Tess, "And this is the gentleman who will be your partner for the night!" Leaning closer towards Tess' ear, she added in a soft whisper, "He's a nice boil I met in class, don't worry~ And Liannan is a really smart snake!"

She meant 'In Lizzy's taste, please trust!'

"First up, we've got the boil that's ready to make you scream his name - in disgust. Let's hear some bids for Icky!"

Somewhere in the halls, a fly was zipped.

After leaving a large yellow puddle in an unusually abandoned area of the school (particularly one of the already dead plant decorations), a certain boggart strolled through quite unawares of his current situation within the auction.

He had signed his name quite deliberately on the auction roster, so intent was he to be included that he scrawled his name in his own snot, but had failed to get the information as to where the auction would be held, let alone where or even why it had been set up in the first place. The words 'Scarentine Auction' clicked in Icky's mind like a fly touching a bug zapper as "ghouls will pay to date me" and it stuck as such.

Still, he had prepared himself.

Somewhat.

A dirty black ribbon held back his shoulder length hair loosely, bangs and side burns still dangling freely and as filthy as ever. His outfit, however, seemed to have been given a slight upgrade; in place of a red hooded black sweatshirt as was the norm there was instead a modified, wet, worn and dingy strait jacket. The sleeves were an old matted grey, yellowed from years past, riddled with rips and tears but accompanied by signature belts. The sleeves dangled further past his wooden claws than normal but they still poked free, able to be used at a moment's notice. Everything else about his outfit just seemed upgraded, as if he slapped or stitched on a few new things to give himself flair.

"I bid 100 seeds on Icky!"

One of his long moth bitten ears twitched and the boggart stopped.

There was an awful lot of commotion sounding from further down the hall but he couldn't quite place where yet. It sounded muffled, as though the doors to its area were closed and it was being hidden from him. Had he missed something?

"Better not have no feckin' party withou' me," he hissed to himself as there were more cheers and shouts of numbers, though most conversation was indiscernible to him. Becoming thoroughly ruffled, Icky started off in a job, hunting down the source of the noise like a mouse to cheese in one of those human built mazes.

When he came upon the cafeteria doors, he skidded to a halt. There were lights, music, and shouting all coming from them. With a sudden vigor, Icky slammed open both double doors; as they collided with the back walls, the sound nearly made everything seem silent in comparison -- at least from where he was standing -- and he took careful note of the lunch tables lined up and stacked around as though they were a stage with many students standing or strutting across them.

Then he saw Bul and things quickly fell into place. If anyone asked, he was fashionably late.

"I bid 200 seeds on Icky!"

Her voice pierced through everything else.

Icky's look of scrutiny and assessment became one of smug self indulgence as his face was nearly consumed by the weight of his grin.

Wasting no more time, he broke into a run and dove for the tabletops, sliding and rolling roughly onto them and shaking all of the other standing auctionees. He didn't care whether or not he sent them toppling to the floor, he would have his moment now and there were already two ghouls eagerly bidding on him -- one in particular which filled him with a deep sense of amusement.

Crawling his way to the very front of the tables, he stood on his knees and presented himself in all his glory; gaping tooth-filled maw open wide, long striped tongue lapping at the air, wooden claws bared and turned skyward as his gleaming eyes gazed around the cafeteria to spot the two ghouls that had already bid and perhaps others who would.

He would make them want him more than they had ever wanted anything, of this he was assured.

Locking eyes with Sarias, his grin widened and he gestured for her to step forward with a flew decisive curls of a claw. He would give the legless undead girl her time as well but this was a special moment that needed its own attention.

Daisuke was not entirely sure what he was meant to do when thrown the coat and the seeds. He watched as it slowly revealed a gold dress, making the wisp blush too madly. He was still savouring the short lived hug she had given him. His eyes wavered off to the side for a moment, then back to her wondering if it was his eyes plying tricks without wearing his glasses.

Apparently his vision was pretty spot on in this sense.

Had Bella chose that outfit for the auction? It was so... Revealing.

For one word but Bella had a way of making anything look, dazzling. He smiled, folding the coat over one arm and held the bag of seeds in his palm then waved with the free hand.

"Have fun." He called after her. Wondering if passing the seeds over was a sly way to say bid...

It would have been easier if Icky had never showed up, felt less humiliated, less dirty, less pathetic. Sadly all four came in abundance and Icky the un-glorified ringleader. Flinging himself on to the tables as if they were made from studier stuff he paraded himself, as if he where the un-dead lords gift to ghouls. “Oh please” a shudder rang down her spine as he grinned towards her, was that lust? Fear? Nausea? She didn’t know, didn’t want to know. But as he called her with a flick of his wrist she felt the need to obey. The first and only time mind you.

Walking her way towards the stage she felt a pang of regret. She spotted Gabrian, looks exquisitely perfect. Oh how she had wished she had waited just a few moments longer to get her head together and bid on him instead. To expel the thoughts that the wolf student was nothing more than a clingy, needy waste of space to him, but alas, for now, she wouldn’t find out. But she would.

Stopping abruptly at the end of the table she stared up at the grinning buffoon that was Icky, she felt a smile creeping up on her cheeks at his sheer boasting attitude, but dispelled it with a stern telling off to herself, she couldn’t let him know he meant anything at all.

“Don’t be too please Boggart, I haven’t told you what I plan to do with you yet.”