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Barth, at this point, hadn't been giving much input to clarify anything, as he seemed more lost between the two, but hanging more on Lilith's words as she spoke to him. If absence made the heart grow fonder, than Barth was floored to see her, and Calder wondered if being constantly by Barth's side had, in some way, hurt their relationship. Yet, these past few days, just being away from him made him sick and his heart twist. He NEEDED to be by his side, and he curled his fingers in the fabric of the boil's sleeve as he watched the looks being shared between Lilith and Barth, and felt himself floating away into a third wheel.

Then, to give him credit, Barth threw him a bone. It wasn't a full declaration of his love for him, but Calder beamed a flashed a smug smile over to the ghoul. "I couldn't see you be hurt after all." And, to burn the point in, he nuzzled against Barths' neck, before looking back at Lilith. She was still holding onto his arm, and he wanted to tug Barth away. His nostrils flared in a territorial fashion, warning her, as his tail flicked behind him in agitation.

This was not helped when she said he was a pony, and his body jerked at that description. Barth, however, was softly trying to tell her that he changed, and showed his thorns. His thorns, to her. The boil had let that be a secret that he trusted with Calder, and while typically he would have been happy to see Barth less apprehensive to show the thorns off nowadays, he was bitter that he was showing HER. She hadn't even been AROUND and he was showing her. Talking to her. Letting her hold him. Why ...why wasn't he shooing her away?!!

"I'm NOT a pony! I'm a kelpie, and I'm not something to be ridden around - unlike SOME people." It was a low blow, but his mind was fuzzy with jealousy and his heart twisting painfully at seeing her hold him.

Though maybe her words did hold truth? He often was used to help Barth get from place to place. Did....Did Barth think that was what he needed Calder for? Was that his purpose? No. No. He ...he loved him!! He loved him a lot. They were together! The moment her head rested on his arm, one hoof pawed the floor. It didn't clack though, thanks to the rubber soles that Christof and Barth invented to keep him from slipping on slick surfaces, but he hoped it went noticed. It meant back off his man.

Does he like her on his arm? He's looking at her a lot. He's talking to her a lot. He sent her gifts. He showed her his thorns.

At her suggestion, Calder frantically tried to think of something more pleasing. He tugged on the demon's arm like a attention-seeking child. "Barth and I were just about to find a seat." He said, as if that would shoo her away.

Like Christof, Amrita was having a hard time looking directly at him. Her feelings were overwhelming and the situation was just so strange to her that she didn't know what to do, or what to say. Anything Calder had coached her on was forgotten, most things that Lizzy told her weren't coming to mind; still floundering, still way out of her element, and still trying to figure it all out.

Despite how hard it was to make eye contact he certainly had her attention whenever his hands moved! She didn't want to miss anything he had to say - or sign, as it were - and she certainly didn't overlook his shy gestures. Like-You...? W-what...he liked her...?! Truly?! Her face flushed hot and both hands clutched at her stomach, trying to stop the bats from going crazy.

"I like you too." She said softly, stepping closer to him this time. That overwhelmed feeling was back, but despite being terrified she was incredibly happy. Like, she thought she could see petals everywhere, and...where did the rest of the party go? All she could see was the boil in front of her, incredibly fancy in his suit and stitches and...sigh ~<3 "A...a lot." She emphasized, ducking her head shyly.

Barth wished somebody would find him a seat. The tables looked full.

He looked hopefully towards the dark, foreboding corners of the room but there wasn't a single sofa, draped in cuddling teens or otherwise. He wanted to explain the situation to Lilith and Calder more clearly, in turn, but explaining it to them at the same time was...problematic. And both of them were holding on to him...very tightly.

The thorns withered immediately when Lilith pointed them out. He'd only been thinking- but that was all it took, really. He still couldn't control them in any strictly conscious capacity.

He needed a plan of action.

The problem is that whenever he tried to devise one, he'd get caught up in how closely they were pressed to him. He could smell expensive shampoo, and roses...it hadn't been a joke, Calder was important to him, and he hadn't been able to join Lilith at any time. But she wanted him to join her now.

"I...err, yes, t-talking, and we should...err, sit...are there any chairs?" He repeated the desperate question from earlier.

When she was done, Jericho rubbed his neck a bit as it was a little sore from the bite. It wasn't something he couldn't handle though. Small bits of steam could be seen trailing from his neck, where a few extra bits of blood trickled on out.

"I'm fine," he said quickly, "It wasn't too hot for you was it?"

He noticed that her lips were looking pretty reddish now but he couldn't be sure if it was just a bloodstain.

The dragon did feel slightly lightheaded, but he didn't feel it was enough to keep him at high alert. And hopefully now Shehk would be feeling better as well.

King was coming back from games when he realized: Amityville was seriously jacked up. He'd gone from Games to 'apparent sexual tension awkwardness there are couples necking and looking like they had swallowed a bad fish what is this I don't even-' In almost no time at all. Just what the jack was with this holiday? The ghost's ears flicked around trying to pick up some topic, any topic that was familiar.

No dice.

He did not like this show of weakness. He didn't like feeling like so alien intruder. Looking around he cocked his head again at the necking couple. The ting of blood coming from them. Where are he seen them before? Oh, right. They are the.. student council members? Yes. Those. He'd tried to pin the cocky dragon. His tail furred out at the memory. He hated missing the target, even though he'd stabbed another one. Curious, he figured they might be able to direct him to other social activities.

"Pardon me." He hoped they were done courting each other, he honestly didn't wish to interrupt. "It either of you are not busy might I ask for some assistance?"

Nodding to Muka he heard his named called for the table, someone by the name of Israfel was to be his partner.

"Sorry Muka I'll be back later.... I hope your going to be ok.." He replied giving a short bow and followed after the ghoul towards the tables.



((Exit to tables))

Shehk carefully linked her arm around Jericho's, as though she'd just deemed him her escort of sorts (or was just being territorial of her man-snack), giving the stranger who had approached them a curious look, her ears perking up as she inhaled deeply - she was scenting the air. As long as they knew the hunters smelled of earth, she 'd go for that smell of earth coming from the new students when it shouldn't have been.

And this fellow seemed to smell safe enough. Never the less...

"What could we help you with?" she asked, her voice much sweeter than Jericho's gruff inquiry. Maybe they'd balance each other out a bit to at least sound somewhat at ease.