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"That I'll be out momentarily," He said. Momentarily clearly translated to several hours. Barth found the entire concept of relativity endearing.

"And try not to ogle."

For being an undead, it sure seemed that Christof had connections, especially where the demons were concerned. He called most of them master or mistress as well. At least, she thought that's what he was saying and she had mixed feelings about it. Sure, it seemed normal. It was something her father would certainly approve of and perhaps that's why it bothered her a little bit. She would have to make sure to bop him on the head if he ever tried that nonsense with her.

He had been gone for some time before her patience finally ran out and she found herself walking down the hall in the direction she was sure he had gone. Mimic bounced behind, never more than a few feet away.

She paused at a mirror in the hallway and checked her makeup and dress. She hoped she was dressed well for the occasion. Really, what did one wear to a party? She had never actually been to one before but most of her confidence was a sham. She was only fifteen. What would one think if they found out she had never even been kissed before? That the most of her knowledge came from the books she read? Hell, what would they think if they found out she actually liked reading that s**t. She had been so misleading on her groanspring but she got enough from her father telling her how worthless she was. She didn't need it from her peers as well. She had a reputation to live up to, even if some.. er most of it was fabricated.

But what would Christof think if he found out that she was a big phony? A failure of a demon. Perhaps that's why she didn't want to be called mistress. She was nothing special.


((I really have to crash if I can. Ug. Have to be up in 5 hours. <3 to Christof.))

"I... it'th um. A long thtory. And..." He swallowed again, the seam in his mouth still burning more than it had over the past several days with all of the gabbing he had done. "P-probably not for wary long. Um. Mathter Barth is... ALMOTHT ready. Meaning he ith not at all ready and I'm er... not quite thure what to do about it." He peaked out at Morrigan again, spying her looking herself over in the mirror, his patches flushing before his mismatched eyes were back on Sin- down to her lovely lavender knees and back up again. Barth had better hurry or he was tempted to walk off with BOTH of their dates.

He opened the door the rest of the way to allow the girls in at least. No need to be rude, and if Barth was too lazy to get his pants on by the time they came in, that was his problem at that point. Besides, he hadn't even given his present to his date. He shifted back so the Succubus could come in, still feeling awkward in his clean, unpatched clothes tailored for his unique shape, and tugged at his dark leather jacket in an attempt to look unconcerned. Ghouls liked it when you looked unconcerned, right? At least that's how he thought it went.

"Well...alright. What?! Barth isn't ready at all? We're going to be late if he doesn't move it!" She frowned and waited until Christof opened the door and then strode in with a mild frown. She watched as Barth moved at a snails pace to get his sock on...sock singular, as in so slow he was taking this long with just one! She puffed out a breath of exasperation and then cocked her hip and tilted her head. "Really Barth? There isn't TIME for this, we'll be so late that when we get there the party will be over."

Her eyes narrowed and she strode over grabbing his pants and giving them a quick snap. "Come on!" She moved onto a knee and yanked his leg none too gently into her lap pushing his hands away and pulling up his sock. She gave it a quick tug to straighten in and then started to shove his legs into his pants. She had dressed enough dolls in her youth, this was sort of the same, except of course Barth was alive, bigger, and she couldn't just yank him into whatever pose she wanted him to stay in.

Sin finished tugging Barths pants up and then put her hands on her hips. She frowned for a moment then ran her nails through his hair to sort of comb it before sighing. "Well let's finish getting you dressed and go before it gets REALLY late." She looked ready to put the rest of his clothes on for him and drag him out the door if he didn't start moving on his own.

They were going to be late...but Sin supposed it wasn't all bad, after all at least she had a date.

Sin watched for as long as she could tolerate and then she started to grind her teeth before freezing. Ugh, her mother would be horrified if she caught her doing that! Still how much patience was she expected to have really? She ducked down and swatted Barth's hands aside fastening the buttons herself and then straightening his collar.

"Sweet love of Jack! Barth if you take this long to get ready it's amazing you ever get anywhere at all let alone on time." She moved to grab his tie realizing she really was going to dress him herself if she ever wanted to get to the party.

"Well we're already late so don't worry it won't cramp you're style any." She adjusted his tie, maybe a little tighter then it had to be. She nodded and tossed her hair over her shoulder as she stepped back to examine him.

"Yes...Pantaloons and Ladyluv are coming...their probably already at the party, their carrying my purse." She smiled a bit more when she mentioned her Unmentionables, her precious little devils. She adored them in an almost maternal fashion.

"Well you actually look quite good..." She brushed an imaginary speck off his shoulder and glanced around for his jacket. "You can manage your shoes quickly can't you?" Oh why had she even bothered to ask? Barth would probably just be offended by how fast she had said the word quickly let alone to suggest he hurry.