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Oh. Half true...she could live with that. It wasn't as if he'd flat out lied to her. And stepping on feet was something she was also worried about, so she could understand. Maybe they just needed more practice! Or something. Though when the music slowed she looked up again, allowing herself to be turned around and smiling up at him. Welp, there it was. A slow song. She gave a little shrug and glanced around for signs of Sharra and Yaya, pouting when she couldn't find them. Were they not here? Oh dear. They must have been very late! Where were they? At the mention of him and Aislin learning to dance together hair gave a small flick of agitation, though it was the only sign of displeasure she showed; it wasn't that she disliked Aislin no matter how...not friendly the ghoul seemed to be toward her, it was just that she was jealous. Yes. She was jealous that he and Aislin had so much history together, while she'd only known him for a few months. He didn't want to do either of those dances with her? If he gave her a chance Junko would totally try them! She giggled as they did their turns, trying not to trip on her dress. Junko was not used to wearing long dresses or skirts. Sure, she had her signature torn stockings underneath for pure comfort's sake, but she had heels on under the dress. Not sandals. Heels. They weren't completely uncomfortable, but she had a feeling she'd be taking them off before the night was through.

She heard her name called by a very familiar voice and whirled around to look for Tomo-chan, waving to her and Jove with an excited squeal. "Tomo-chaaaaaaaaan! Joooooove~!" They looked so cute! Suddenly she gasped, letting go of Seiji to clap her hands together and look from the ghost to the kitsune. "Are you two here together? That is so CUTE!" Eeeeeeee! She should've brought a camera! So cute so cute so cute! At the sudden kiss to the cheek she hummed curiously and watched Seiji, smiling and stepping aside to let Tomo-chan go to Seiji for a dance. She stood beside Jove now, reaching down to give him a quick hug.

"Don't you look dashing! I'm surprised! I didn't know you had things like this in your wardrobe." Junko teased affectionately, though any more attention she could give Jove was suddenly thrown off by a..mini dance competition? Oh! That was Mot, right? And...uh...she didn't actually know the ghoul's name. But...wow! They were really good with this strange music. And the auditorium was certainly filling up as more and more students arrived. But this next song...this sounded like something she could dance to! She turned to Jove. "Wanna dance?"

"Lizzy!" Amrita said again, followed shortly by an 'OOF' as she was pulled into a hug with Charlie. At the compliment, Amrita looked immediately sheepish, picking at some of the lace. "I-it's so...um. I feel...naked." She admitted, shoulders rotating in discomfort. She startled when Mot came into the picture, and she smiled at him uncertainly.

"H-h---" And then Charlie started yelling. Almost immediately Amrita put both hands over her ears, being real subtle about it too. "Stranger?! What's wrong with him?" She sounded as baffled as she looked, and turned to stare really intensely at the 'stranger'...well, until she realized she was intensely staring, and then she intensely stared at the ground.

"H-he kind of looks like Mac." She noted. "Hat." Was apparently her big link between the two. "...Where is Mac, Anyway?" She asked curiously, looking over at Charlie and then Lizzy; Mac was their friend right? Where was he?

She waved back to Jericho, and then wiggled her fingers shyly towards Mitsu, whom she recalled from dance lessons.

Charlie waved back to Jericho with a big grin of his own. That was until Lizzy was about to go back with that stranger dude.

"NOOOOO!!!" Charlie grabbed on to Lizzy. "AMRITA HELP ME! WE DONT WANT HIM TO PUT LIZZY IN A VAN!"

Tossing a knowning wink to Jove, the ghost boil curled his fingers around Tomoko's small hand and pulled her a little aways from the others so they would have room. Twirling her slowly on her toe before resting his clawed hand on her hip. The song remained slow for another few beats before once more changing, this time into something entirely familiar that had the ghost boil chuckling through instrumental introduction before the lyrics started up. He had no clue if she'd ever seen the movie before, no clue if she knew the song or anything about it, and still..

"You remind me of the babe~" He sang along with soundtrack, dancing the pair of them around their little cleared space. Moving, swaying, and spinning about. "The Babe with the power~" No matter what the expression the kitsune had turned up to him she'd find a grin directed down towards her.

He'd heard Ailsin calling his name, but the arrival of Jove and Momo had distracted the ghost from responding right away. Looking up now he saw she was dancing in front of her booth and he Threw a smirk in her direction, removing his claws from Tomoko's hip long enough to offer her a little wave before twirling the kitsune ghoul into a low dip.

Where it would have been romantic and exciting with Junko, it was just plan fun with the demon ghoul. His honorary little sister.

Grinning to the two newcomers, Jericho looked like he was about to say something but paused as Charlie started to freak out. Furrowing his brow, he tried to see what the problem was. It seemed like... Mot was causing him grief somehow?

The dragon didn't know. He really didn't understand Charlie most of the time. It was a wonder if anyone did.

"Hey, no need to fret over Mot. He's a cool guy."

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Staring at the masked girl for a bit, Shun didn't fully believe her. She didn't sound very sure of herself there. But he figured that if there was something wrong, he'd find out sooner or later. And when he did, he'd have to figure out how to fix that. He wanted to make sure that bringing her here would be worth it and if she wasn't quite enjoying things then his efforts would be for naught more or less.

"No problem," he answered while looking towards the others. That pink haired guy was really... something. He might have to try and avoid dealing with him. The guy seemed like he'd be a real handful and he didn't really want that.

Colette entered the main lobby in a state of worry. The ghoul knew she was most definitely late and couldn't be any more sorry for it (prior to arriving was when she learned getting hair to stay up and where you wanted was a pain), but her biggest concern was the fact she only knew what one of her two dates looked like.

Yes, she was assigned two dates. Colette isn't even sure herself how that managed to happen. The plan was very simple though: (1) keep Petro and Tset happy and (2) enjoy the Prom.

Looking around the main lobby, she tried to spot the blonde ghoul she remembered to be Tset. Vaguely remembered anyway -- it had been some time ago; although, forgetting anything about that terribly awful field-trip to Christmas was near impossible. If she could find her, maybe she would know who Petro, and then everything would be a lot easier. Alas, Colette could not find the little demoness and started to worry even more. Had Tset come yet? Were they both inside? Goodness, she did not want to search through the mass of students she expected to be in there. And what if she wasn't even here yet? Despite all the possibilites, Colette knew there was a simple way to help narrow down the answer: ask someone. Taking a deep breath, Colette nervously headed towards a boil with an insteresting hairstyle standing by the door. He was right there and she assumed he would have seen the ghoul if she did go in.

"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you've seen a blonde haired demoness about.. uh.." Colette's hand hovered up and down several times from her chest to her nose before settling at the height of her chin, "this tall?" she asked. The height was a complete guess. "Her name's Tsetsiliya."

Ys threaded her way through the crush of students, smiling enthusiastically as she wandered. There was an astonishing variety of dress and she enjoyed seeing everyone in their various finery. She didn't want to intrude on the ongoing conversations, but caught snippets here and there as she moved past the other students to take in the fabulous decorations. The prom committee had really outdone themselves with this event! She danced in her own odd way as she went along, her natural abilities keeping her from jostling anyone despite her unique take on dance style.

As she found herself at the periphery of the crowd and near the screejay booth, she caught sight of a ghostly student she had seen around during the Open House. She seemed to be dancing alone, but it was quite a fine sight to see nonetheless. Shoving a surge of shyness aside, she approached the ghost ghoul screejay and attempted to make herself heard over the music, "Hello! Your dresss isss very pretty, if you don't mind me sssaying!"