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Seiji and Junko were greeted with a friendly tip of his hat. He watched with amusement as Peder was handed off, whether or not the small boil wanted it and all he could do was grin. It would build character, soak it up boil.

Kettil was fine with Peder going into arms of others, just not plotting marriages for the small boil. The prospect of demons lurking around for contracts was not part of his mindset, obviously. The contract he'd accidentally forged with Thackery was probably the best one in the history of ever in Kettil's mind.

"Y'lookin' good!" He happily complimented to Junko and Seiji. The screeching over the ring was ... hard to miss, "Ahh! CONGRATS!"

Oh. And. Suddenly she was being handed a scareling! Junko let go of Seiji to accept little Peder with surprise, carefully adjusting him in her arms to hold him comfortably. Was she doing it right? She had never held a scareling before. Oh Jack. Her surprised look was turned up toward Seiji before she looked down at Peder again. She smiled. He really was pretty cute. And yes, she remembered Freya's energy. Junko laughed. "Me! I made this. It was going to have more to it but Seiji reminded me it'd be a little impractical what I had planned." She shot Seiji another look, one filled with a mixture of amusement and playful annoyance, before turning her attention down to Peder again. "Hi there~. Aren't you cute," she cooed to the boil.

Before Junko could really entertain herself anymore with Peder she felt her hand being grabbed and Freya's shouting reached her ears again. She gasped and made sure not to let Peder wobble in her arms. Oh! But wait! Yes! Her ring! Junko's grin widened and she bounced a little on her toes. "YES!" She couldn't stop saying yes. She just. She couldn't. Junko wiggled a bit with her excitement. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She looked back at Seiji again, adoringly now. "He just asked a few minutes ago. Isn't it so pretty?!" She turned to Freya and Kettil then, excited to finally be able to gush about the ring. "It's perfect! And it fits me perfectly like it was made for me and it's so sparkly and even in this light it's just so pretty!"

Aisha could have danced all night but as time wore on she thought maybe they were missing a bit more of the event.

"Hey.." She leaned up to Deszeld to whisper in her ear. "Do you wanna get a picture?"

She sort of danced them off the floor until they could finally stop moving, though she still held the dragon's hand.

"We can get it.. for a souvenir or something?" Photo booths, games, there were lots of things to do.

Muka touched one of her needles, and the resulting shock zapped her as well, making her jump a little more. Oh, she liked this! This was fun. Her massive boilfriend had resorted to pointing around the area in excitement, but as she went to follow him she got distracted...by her own arm. It was glowing - well, the bits of skin peeking from her tattoos, anyway. It made her look broken, fragmented.

She really liked it.

"Oh!" She gasped out, suddenly realizing that she hadn't said a word while she was swinging her free arm, and turned her face up to look at him again. "The photobooths, perhaps? It is tradition." One she was quickly getting over, because being around Muka's family tended to mean pictures.

He wasn't out for long in the grand scheme of things, just long enough for his head to make up its mind. Happy or angry? He'd had this problem with induced bliss before, most notably over Scarentines several years back, and much like it had then, West's brain went with happy.

His eyes creaked open, and even though this was All Her Fault, he smiled up at Amarus, reaching for and completely missing her face. "I hate you," he said, his voice pitched higher than normal as he drew out the last word in a tuneless song. The back of his head hurt a little, but he sat up anyway, slowly looking around for what he had come for.

"Food. Where'd y'put it?"

Deacon was admittedly feeling pretty good, himself, after his seemingly successful drink mixing.

As he overheard Brand explaining some of his talents to Demi, the tabby had to wonder just what they'd been talking about before he'd finally arrived. Sounded interesting, that was for sure. Of course, it was also likely that his brain had just taken a tumble into the gutter. It seemed to happen pretty often, even these days.

He graciously took the biscuit that Brand offered him, because he would have been stupid to pass up on anything with bacon in it. Because bacon was ******** awesome.

"You guys into games?" He asked in thought, likely interrupting one or both of them. "There's a few games... And I'm all for getting a few more drinks..." Because what could possibly go wrong when the first result was so good?

Amrita took several short, awkward steps into the dance hall, largely in part to her wearing her feet the proper way for the first time in months. It was awkward, and uncomfortable, but apparently she was hellbent on it.

Her entrance was quiet - save for the little squeak she gave upon getting shocked - and she was even more quiet in her attempt to skirt around certain people. Namely Hel, in her large (...wedding...?) dress, who was currently accosting some poor nervous Demon and his tiny, skittish date. Yes. Perfect. Keep her attention on someone else.

Once she was out of Hel's line of sight she walked a lot more comfortably, and actually took the time to look around at the set up. It was lovely, she thought. Very well done - She'd have to find one of the new council members and congratulate them. But first, drinks!

Except, as she approached the drink table, she paused. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to drink some...but she still kind of wanted to. Just for fun, while she waited.


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Needle paused as Siobhan's screech cut through the music in the air, and turned towards the glowing form of her (best) friend. Her cold lips parted into a small smile.

"Siobhan." The ghoul greeted sweetly, waving the fingers of her free hand. "Thank you! It was Muka's idea." Her head leaned briefly against her boilfriend's shoulder, almost adoringly, before she lifted it again to focus as best as she could on her loud, obnoxious friend. "And you look lovely yourself! Your dress is very...you." It fluffed, and took up a lot of space, which was pretty...Siobhan. She liked it.

"Did you just get here?"

Siobhan giggled loudly, happily accepting all the compliments with a sway and twirl of her flouncing dress. Muka even gave her hand a Princely snap! Such chivalry!

"I did!" She answered, beaming and loud; her voice often vaulting up to screeching tones. "Everything is so hexellent! Creeple are glowing in thew darkness!" Siobhan sighed happily as she gazed at the passing students, adorned in fabulous gowns and suits.

"I saw you right away, Needle! Your skin is brighter than a Full Moon at midnight!" She glee'd.

"I must admit, I found myself pouring over magazine articles and self help books to better prepare myself for what the latest trends are at dances. ALSO, Did you KNOW!?" She grinned and leaned in as if whispering a secret, only she wouldn't whisper at all, "There is news about the BoilBand, One Dissection! They may be releasing a new song and video! AND I have it on good authority that their video will have them VERY shirtless!"