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"Fun house? Sounds pretty fun indeed, show me it later?" He kind of wanted to see this now, though being drown in glitter was not an option. At the wordless hug he paused and placed his arms around the ghoul. This was normal, Rosy often hugged him, though it wasn't as normal as he tried to pass it off. Spinar knew something was off he just tried to ignore it and cling to the hope that it would all fall back into place.

Hopefully.

As Rosy pulled back he chuckled softly to clear the air and then nodded his head in agreement."Yeah I bet there is a place to put items like this, surely." He replied while taking his jacket off and placing it over and outstretched arm. Raising a curious brow at the ghoul he grinned a little playfully then held the jacket out to her, "you should, then if we get separated again I can follow the jingles." He hadn't really meant to say again, and he hadn't really caught it till a few moments after it was out. Spinar moved back on his heels and gave a thoughtful hum at the options presented to him.

Taking a first was always appealing no matter how you looked at it, that was a real treasure and he was a boil that liked treasure.

"Well then it looks like we will be each others first..." leaving it at that he moved to take the hand she was playing with. "Let's go dance, we can come back afterwords for a ride, then if its ok with you I'd like to get the jack out of here.." There wasn't much of anything interesting going on anyways and besides they could have more fun playing casketball.

Pulling his jacket on, Rosy laughs as she place her top hat back on her head. Grabbing for his own, she carefully stood on her tip toes as she place his on top of his head "Okay, dancing, then casketball. Unless I can talk you into running through the fun house once with me?" she slips her hand into his own as she gives it a squeeze.

Thing seem to be normal between them, but at the same time.

Something wasn't settled.

"Um, well, yes... I... Er...." Hadn't thought of it like that gee, thanks Mort.
The witch flushed all the more as she followed him, ducking her head a little because help, she had gutter brained really quickly. But it was the bow that made her blink at him, her momentary embarrassment forgotten in favor of...
Your majesty.
This time her eyebrows furrowed a little as she thought that through, her smile replaced with a tiny pout of concentration. That would mean that-- No, it couldn't be-- But the pattern on his hood, and that effervescent little quip and the dolls! Maybe it hadn't been a leap in logic after all! Not like the leap the witch was forced to enact as she was tugged along and up onto the spinning ride, flailing her free arm only to flail her parasol around. It was serving quite nicely for she managed not to fall, tripping forward to clutch at a pole. And look! The lilac horse was just one over!
Staggering a bit she made her way over, nibbling on her lip as she considered all this. He would have told her, though... Wouldn't he?

One hand splayed out on the gilded saddle while the other propped her parasol against the horse, absently thinking. At least until he spoke again.
With a gasp she turned her head to face him, her now free hand pointed at him.
"You do remember!" A flash of a smile began, but it burned out quickly as she looked up at him with the return of her tiny pout. "Why did you not tell me?" Why was he always keeping things like this from her?
Back to the horse she turned, considering trying to climb up onto the saddle, but realizing that, well... It was a bit of a jump. Maybe she would have been able to do it on a normal day in heels, but ballet slippers were a bit slippery on this machine and her gloves had no traction either. Instead she turned back to him, once more giving him a decided point of one finger.
"I was a Queen, thank you very much." But even that quip only made her smile. "And even were I a princess, being with the King is a great honor. Even if you are just a secretary, you are my King still." And that had to count for something.

Enigmatic Mort was always a lot of fun, but sometimes he was too tricky for the ever curious witch. And while she huffed and puffed and whined and squeaked about not getting to know right this second, she also did not say anything else on the matter. Well, not anything about Kings and Queens or other worlds. "You have... More surprises?" She asked hopefully, a smile tugging at the side of her mouth as she turned her back to the horse, her face up toward Mort.
When he reached down to help her up she grinned in full, placing her hands on his shoulders until she was up high enough to move back to sit on the saddle, naturally going side saddle because that was what a proper lady did. That and it gave her a really nice vantage point in which to talk to him.
A hand was happily offered for him to hold, the chill of his skin seeping in through even the fabric of the witch's glove so that she let out a small, dreamy sigh while she delicately laid her other hand lower down on the horse's neck. This was awfully romantic...

"Are you going to call me 'your majesty' all night? I am not complaining, just... Very curious." And mightily honored, honestly. "No. Not really. I considered a fortune teller and thought that too obvious. Then one of those cute, but very sad looking clown ghouls. And then I decided that ballerina shoes and a parasol were too much fun and went with the Highwire Ballerina instead." Her feet pointed down and out for him to admire the hint she had given him.
"And you? Did it take you long to decide too?"

She'd ran, and ran, and ran, and at some point she tripped on her dress and fell, quite hard, on her hands. Freya remained there, her dress dirty at the knees from the fall, and her hands digging into the soil.

She'd screamed. She'd ran. She'd thrown up on Aymet's shoe. All because somebody said the m word. She was happy about this, wasn't she? Wasn't she?!

Prom had turned into the puddled mess of dirt and tears that her once spotless dress now wallowed in, and she remained there, in the dirt, where she belonged.

She didn't pull away from him. It wasn't as if she didn't want to marry Kettil, she just wasn't ready for that. She knew she wasn't. She was too dumb, too silly, too childish, too ******** up. He had to take her phone away during prom. Why would he even want to marry her? And Aymet .. YELLING IT OUT for the world to hear - it put everything in stark, painful perspective that had her panicking.

"Yeh deserves better than this." The mess of a ghoul that crumpled into his arms muttered against him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

It was so much easier to remember why she'd said yes to him in the first place, when they were alone, and he bared himself so openly for her. She stared at Kettil, wide eyed with awe, and realized what a mistake she'd just made.

"Yeh'll never weighs me down, Hooter." She whispered hoarsely, her tears freshly running from sheer joy. She put both of her hands on his cheeks, and held his head between them. Her body shook with relief, and delight. "Yehr the only thing that holds me up. Yehr what keeps me from goings hazy."

She leaned in to kiss his lips, but thought better of it and pulled away, wincing with regret. "Probably shouldn't kiss me right now.."

Right. Because vomit mouth. Romantic.

Her smile crept up, small but confident. "I'm sorry, Hooter. I was wrong. So stupid and wrong. If I could, I'd marry yeh right here, right now." She brushed his cheeks with her fingertips, and grinned. "As far as I'm concerned, I already did."