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"When are you done," Deszeld hissed softly, flaring her wings. "You look nearly finished."

She narrowed her pale yellow eyes.

"Growing. Finished growing."

Deszeld made a noise that was almost wistful as her gaze dropped to watch that delightful belly. Her stomach rumbled and she slithered a little closer.

Too close.

"I like you."

Was too close a thing? Muka never knew that! As the ghoul slithered closer, she probably wasn't going to get the reaction she expected.

"Well thank you!" His voice raised to an excited screech and he grabbed the ghoul and yanked her to him in a tight hug. Her face was awkwardly smooshed into his bushy beard and it smelled vaguely of incense, ink and tea leaves. "I LIKE YOU TOO!"

And then he released her with a playful belly bump and his wings resettled on his back. "But I would reaaaally like for you to.. hrrmm.. nominate some colors and a mascot!" Muka burst into giggles again.

"HELLO HI EVERYONE I AM SORRY I AM LATE AM I LATE WELL THERE WAS FOOD IN THE CAFETERIA AND IT SMELLED LIKE FOOD SO I ATE IT BUT I THINK I ATE A PLATE."

Cady rounded the corner, preceded by her voice by a wide margin.

"OH. HELLO DEZELD, IT IS NICE TO SEE YOU HERE. I LIKE YOUR EYES, THEY ARE VERY KIRK-CULAR, DID YOU KNOW THAT KIRKULAR MEANS ROUND? ISN'T THAT VERY INTERDEZTING?"

She paused for a moment, proudly waiting for everyone to see what she did there.

"I THINK OUR MASCOT SHOULD BE FOOD. BECAUSE FOOD IS GREAT."

Deszeld slowly turned to face Cady, and a rather wide smile brightened her face.

Cady you are her favorite.

"Yes, food. Food is great." Des moved away from Muka to stand very close to Cady.

Very close.

"You smell good," Deszeld whispered loudly.

Wandering in to the meeting, Elly chidded himself internally that he had missed the first part of the meeting, going to curl up in a chair that was both potentially non-flammable and would support him during the meeting. Probably a little further away from the undead who resided and was listening to them too - didn't need any accidents.

"What have I missed?" He questioned, giving the taller undead boil a curious look, hoping to be clued in a little.

Jericho tilted his head as he thought about some of the things here. He was curious as to what sort of competition was ahead of them, but whatever it was, he wanted to make sure that they rocked it.

"Food is always good, yeah. How about.. WE DEVOUR ALL!"

Mathias had gotten to the room promptly at 7pm as was posted on the signs that were absolutely everywhere, completely impossible to miss.

He was super unimpressed when the minutes began to tick by and nothing had began to happen, and even more unimpressed when their apparent host for the meeting came shuffling in seemingly without a care in the world. Who was this guy supposed to be? He sniffed at the air a little and wrinkled his nose.

Zombie. Corpse smell. Gross.

It wasn't that he had anything against undeads or anything, it was just that the smell of rotting meat was not exactly the most pleasant of things for one with a sensitive nose. Sighing and crossing his arms over his chest, he continued to wait patiently, or possibly a bit impatiently, considering his ears kept twitching, and his wings were fluffed out behind him in irritation.

Okay so this was guy was on student council, and those other two guys were resident assistants...? Alright then good to know so the meeting was over now, right? He turned as though to leave when the zombie just kept talking.

What. Colors and mascots and mottos?

"I say mascot should be volpertinger, as is best monster!" He called out, before clumping towards the table in boots with three inch soles. "And motto should be something about relentless fighting to bitter end, ja?" He grabbed for one of the papers, and scribbled down two colors before slipping it into the ballot box.