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Claire's attention was toward's the boil now. He had said that things needed to calm down.
She turned her attention towards Barth who was now with Lilith. Claire was jealous. She liked Lilith, a lot, and was jealous of Barth who had gotten many companions very quickly. She casually moved a bit closer to Barth, hoping Lilith would shift her attention.
Worth a try.

((I say 'attention' a lot))

Natalia was not entirely sure what had just happened, dazed by the cuddles and dares going on around her...had there been a fight? Glancing over to see the poor patchwork boil on the ground (who she assumed was the 'Chris' everyone spoke of, and who the sloth demon had yelled at...or was is Chris Cough? Cross?) and then to his friend Riley, who had leeched onto his side indefinitely, Natalia held fast to a look of pure distaste. Renaissance's chest felt warm beneath her cheek and hands as she nuzzled further into his clothing, giving very little thought to the motion as his grip tightened around her waist. Things were taking an interesting turn, that was for sure, but did she like it? Not as much as she liked the game they had been playing only moments before.

LW's dare with the little undead ghoul had been adorable. She too could not help but giggle and applaud, offering a thumbs up in approval! And the dare after that, well she hadn’t really seen...but this? Fighting? The game was supposed to be fun! "Hey now, do we need to remove the booze?!" The werelemur chimed in with an empty threat, even if things seemed to be settling.

"Oh," said Ren evenly to Lilith, appraising her with a light smirk (it was the cider). "I never said you weren't relaxed or that there hasn't been any fun. It certainly seems as if you've found someone to relax with." His gaze flickered down the length of the sloth demon (What was his name again? It kept escaping his mind) before moving back to the blue haired girl.

"Although, it seems he's still lacking in certain areas - like his clothing - so you might want to not be so comfortable with him just yet."

Aka: That coat was much too small for him. He was probably freezing. Ren's words were not serious in the slightest, and the teasing tone was easily heard through the words. After all, where was the fun in being too serious?

One of Ren's wings flickered out, curling around Natalia briefly as she shifted closer, pressed tightly to his side, his arm firmly around her waist. He bent down to whisper "You're too close," in her ear before nipping at it playfully, leaning back to see if the situation had gone down yet. On his other side, LW was also nestled against him, and the warmth felt nice, especially on a brisk night like the current one.

"What a night," he said, to no one in particular.

And it isn't even over yet.

Flushing with embarrassment at the sudden commotion, the hunchback let Riley pull him back out of the circle towards the confines of practically hiding behind G. Christof felt the urge to run off right then and there. But that would be letting the Christmas Freak win. Something must have happened in Candy Cane lane... something after he had been incinerated, he supposed, that had corrupted the girl that seemed smitten with... his Master. Maybe she wanted to corrupt him too? Thankfully it seemed Amrita was still sane, properly fearing the horrible little monstrosity that followed her around still- His head ached. He was used to a basement with only lab rats for company, and a to-do list and occasional trips to the cemetery or local morgue. The outside world was too large, too much, and far too terrifying.

He was feeling numb, still crawling in his skin when the drunken Griffin's words stabbed the embarrassment deeper. Had he missed the part where the seemingly harmless Christmas Pet had tried to eat him? He wasn't crazy. He knew it. Or at least he hoped it. It all seemed rational-

His thoughts were cut short as suddenly he was faced with the drooping neck of a shirt not fit for the frame it voluptuously hung from, and soft hands cradling his cheeks. The fog slowly dissipated, leaving a soft worried brown face. His mind tried to catch up as the ground settled under him, but all he could manage was a confused sort of whine in the back of his throat.

Ren did not see LW take another sip, but his hand was resting on her back and he felt the movement. His fingers pressed between her shoulder blades, making slow, rhythmic movements as he glanced up at the pale-skinned reaper, letting out a genuinely amused laugh and shaking his head.

"My, you talk confident, don't you?" he said easily, golden eyes flashing with mischief. "Touche, miss reaper, although I can assure you I am not lacking anywhere that's important." He inclined his head in a quick bow. "I do, however, appreciate your concern for my well-being."

Ren gave her a mock salute and a wink, done with the reaper now, and turned his attention back to LW, his brow creasing in slight worry as she half fell against him. The werewolf was looking vaguely dazed, her face beginning to flush a pale red.

"Little wolf?" he said. "Are you all right?"

The whine that followed the djinn's concerned questions did little but cause the ghoul's head to tilt, and she nudged his chin up a little further so she could better see his face. "Sir Igor, are you well?" Lips pursed, and stroked her thumb along the stitching that traced one cheek. "Christof?" Having never allowed herself to be marked before, Yaya had no experience with the harsher side effects it could bring, but they were clearly very unpleasant and disorienting.

A glance to his side took in the rigid stance of the mindflay, and it was almost a visible effort for the marid not to close that gap between them just so she could get a little closer to that palatable anger. It reminded her Westus, and why she'd been so keen to mark him and keep him close.

"Do you want to come sit with me?" Distraction was needed, and the circle of half intoxicated students would do just dandy. Fingertips tracing down his cheeks to his shoulders, Yaya moved to take hold of his arm to give it a gentle tug, urging him to follow. "You can hold my hand if you like." That would surely be a good lure. A little calmness was just what was needed, and who better to restore it then the perpetually serene water djinn?

Colette had glanced around in hopes of seeing no one staring, but it was in fact the opposite. A lot of the students around had noticed the horrible occurrence. She wasn't sure it was possible to not notice, but it made her uncomfortable none the less. One ghoul specifically creeped Colette out as she stared, and kept staring, and did something then stared again. She had been with Barth earlier and took the first dare. Maybe she's looking at him. They had gotten separated when Barth had to er.. kiss her.

Deciding to just sit in silence, she pretended to care for Dasher who had ultimately passed out somewhere along the way, hoping it would take her mind off wandering eyes. At least he would be getting sleep. They had both been through enough.

One of the ghouls Barth was with before had made her way over. The Reaper. A friend, Colette had assumed, and she continued to pretend no one could see her. None of her business, really. Strangers weren't her thing.

Then the one who liked to stare came joined as well, and Colette felt much more uncomfortable. She ignored her, none of those titles were hers. The demon was probably talking to someone else, but "Barth's ghoul-friend" had caught her attention specifically, and Colette tried to nonchalantly scoot away.

Sitting on her legs was getting uncomfortable, really. It definitely wasn't the idea his ghoul-friend was around. Though, Colette figured she probably spent more time around him than even he would care for. She was really sure he would prefer being around his ghoul-friend more than her.