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He arrived at Amityville High's prom just in time to hear the music come to a slow stop, the beginning strains of a ballad beginning to waft across the room. Sparrow stepped quietly inside, sliding his white gloved hands into the pockets of his blue dress coat, bought specially for this night. The mask on his face itched a little - there was some scratchy sort of fabric beneath it - but otherwise he was mostly pleased over his outfit for the evening.

It was too bad he did not have the one thing he really wanted by his side. However, Wren's absence was unavoidable, and Sparrow, although dismayed, had respected the ghoul's wishes. He could not force her to go, after all, and so, here he was, by himself at prom.

It was okay, Sparrow told himself, as he let his gaze wander idly around the crowded room. He would get her a flower and bring her back some cookies, and hopefully she would be awake when he got back. If she wasn't...well, he would probably still go and visit her anyway.

As he walked across the crowded dance floor, shiny shoes making a soft clicking sound on the sleek wood, he passed by a ghoul he was pretty sure was Hel - her hair was at least the most obvious identifying factor, and he tapped her shoulder on his way to the refreshment table, smiling at the ghoul as he passed by.

"Good evening, Hel."

At the look from Lark he just furrowed his brow and offered a shrug. No accounting for taste of some people. He was glad, however, when the next song came on and watched with some amusement as Lark swayed in place. He was about to offer her a dance when she suddenly took his hand causing him to abandon his second glass of punch (he hardly knew ye) as he followed her with a laugh.

"Only because you asked nicely," he teased softly as he walked with her willingly to where they could dance.

He waited for her to take the spot for them before he gently pulled her toward him so he could drape his arms about her waist for the dance, "I hope you're having an alright time so far, Lar," he said simply. Kettil, thus far, was having a wonderful time.

"Yeah, I guess," he admitted. He had gotten out there readily enough last year when there had been talk of prizes. Maybe he would do the same again this time around. Of course, he had also felt a lot more sure of himself back then. He hated to admit as much, but he kind of actually cared what people thought now. The feelings had been creeping up on him for a while, and he wasn't quite sure how to get rid of them. They were a chore. He hoped they were only temporary. "Mebbe later we can..."

West trailed off as he took another peek at Levi, eyes widening a hair when he noticed her corsage. He could help her with that. He should help her with that.

"Um.." he began, gesturing across the dance floor at the tatzel. "My date... my ghoulfriend," he said with a little more confidence. "I should..." He took a step toward Levi, then turned back to Ev. "Sorry. Y'weren't keepin' me, I jus'..." Want to be chivalrous. He smirked. "I'll see ya?" And then he was gone, taking long strides across the room and kneeling by Levi's side to help her with the candy-colored corsage.

Wait...Hel? Had Titus heard right? He narrowed his eyes for a moment at the reaper behind the ghoul but she seemed to regard him with an air of unfamiliarity. Well....maybe it wasn't her. This ghoul certainly didn't act like her.

Oh well.

Titus managed another smile this one somehow sweet. "That's fine, I'll lead." Gripping her hand with a gentle touch he whisked this mysterious ghoul to the dance floor.



So far so good right? He was fairly certain he was doing a good job. At least until the move he did spun her out and then right back to him nice and close. Hmm...okay maybe it was still awkward.....best to keep moving.

"So have you gone to school here long?" He managed to ask trying to keep conversation polite.

Sparrow lifted a brow at Hel's greeting, the gesture obviously unseen behind his mask, but he offered her a polite smile anyway, pushing a few strands of his hair away from his face. He ducked his head in a small, mildly amused bow to the ghoul and her companion and then continued on towards the refreshments table. Picking up a small, plastic cup filled with some sort of punch, he lifted it to his lips and turned around, folding one arm across his waist.

He wondered if Jack was here somewhere...

Titus fell for it. What a stupid boil. It worked for Hel though!

All these sweet smiles were killing her though. She followed the boil out onto the floor, and as much as it killed her to follow his lead, she did so. Woah…okay…where did Titus learn how to dance so…smooth? What a loser. Woah…woah…woah…

Hel shuddered in disgust at how close she was pulled to him.

Jack, the things she did to troll.

She continued to follow his lead for now though. “Mmm…a few weeks…I am relatively new…how about you…ah…?” What was his name? Hel would play dumb.

"Only a few weeks? You seem oddly familiar....have we had a class together?" Titus wasn't the best with faces or names....or remember people in general unless it suited him. She seemed like the type to fall into the background so it was likely he had never noticed her.

"Ah, I've...been here since Christmastival. It was quite the introduction to the school." And how he had wished the school had closed.

The boil continued to lead Hel across the floor, feet easily in step and guiding her along the way. It wasn't hard to tell Titus had been victim of a few dance lessons in his time it was just a matter of remembering etiquette. He kept his hand at her waist lightly, her other grasped firmly as he led in that direction gliding across the floor with ease.

"You're not too bad at this," He commented. That was a polite thing to say right?

Lark draped her arms over him as best she could, their difference in height allowing for the merest arch of her wrists to curve over his broad shoulders. The beat was slow - but not too slow - and far more sensual than the blatant raunch from a few songs ago. With a happy hum, Lark rested her head against Kettil's chest.

"So far, so good," Lark murmured happily. There would be time for mingling later; right now the only other person that existed was the boil in her arms.

Life was good. It was so very, very good.