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"Thanks," Thackery quietly (but gratefully) responded to the help, hurrying to latch onto the next point of conversation. "Umm, yeah! It is! It's to make sure the minipets don't do anything really crazy, even though...I don't think I could hit a minipet." His ears drooped. "And I totally am super good with these things...and practice all the time, or whatever. That was intentional, of course. Just wanted to tie myself up."

The Cerberus looked very proud for a boil who had just gotten himself tangled in the lash of a whip and made that terrible excuse. Halfway through his explanation, he'd casually turned his head as if his attention might be elsewhere, but was now glancing back to see if Remi was impressed. The pride quickly dissolved into a little laugh at the comment of his height, and he shook his head, idly winding the whip back into a circle through one of his belt loops. Staying cool.

"Nooo, I don't think so either, 'cause I'll never catch up to you unless I wear some really really tall shoes." He stood on his tippy-toes to exemplify this fact, but it didn't do much to close the height gap between them. "And thanks! Oh yeah, I'm a Minipet Tamer!"

He curled the fingers of one hand into 'claws' and bared his teeth, fantastically missing the point of what a minipet tamer should look like.

Kettil accepted the tickets when the dolls joined the cuddle piles. What sweet things they were! Kettil was working on getting up after the cuddlepile finished, he did not seem to realize that Junko was flustered and downright unnerved by all of the manchest he had exposed.

Then again he almost always had manchest exposed.

Freya liked his manchest exposed. He watched as Junko fled, "You bet~," he called out, he figured that the ghoul meant the both of them.

"No more spinning," he agreed finally with Freya. The boil didn't really want to risk Freya throwing up and he didn't want to stumble around all drunk anymore.

(*THANKS FOR GAME*)

Lattice was pretty much ready to go as soon as Petro was, though she still fussed with her hair a little bit. Her dress felt nice and comfortable, and colored in the hues of ink that she approved of. All-in-all the Engraver was quite a happy little vision. Her hand held onto Petro's, their fingers intertwined as a sign of the closeness she felt with the boil.

It was a stark contrast to last year's prom where the affection she had felt was at a lesser level than it was not.

Things changed so much and so quickly that she scarcely ponder it all without driving herself insane over it. Lattice's expression was neutral but Petro could feel her hand trembling with nervousness and excitement. "So many here tonight, Petro. Let us have fun." Her monotone wavered about between almost showing happiness and just being neutral.

Efflo wasn’t sure what to make of the dark liquid in his cup, although it was certainly less off-putting than his boilfriend scarfing down a huge chunk of meat. Efflo shook his head; alternating nibbling at the booberry cheesecake in his hand with taking sips of his drink. It wasn’t terrible and the taste seemed to somehow complement what he was eating. Before he knew it, the undead boil had finished the whole thing.

It was a moment later that he started to feel strange, and vaguely not himself. For some reason, he no longer felt like being quiet, he had to get his point across and he had to get it across loud and clear.

He turned to Gabby, wide-eyed and sparkling. Hm, he thought, the sparkles were new. Efflo twirled around admiring himself, before turning back to the dragon again.

“Gabriel, look at me!” He called out in a voice loud enough to make anyone nearby stare. “I’m splendid!”

The sound that came out of Gabriel’s mouth was unusual to say the least. It was so unusual, that Efflo paused the parade of himself, and stood staring in shock at his boilfriend. He watched as Gabby inspected the cup, and took a moment to check his as well, and then he was back to yelling, accompanying each phrase with sparkling and wildly waving hand gestures.

“GABRIEL, DO YOU THINK THE DRINKS DID THIS? HOW COME THEY MADE YOU SO AWFUL AND ME SO AMAZING? MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO BUSY EATING MURDER! MEAT IS MURDER GABRIEL! GABRIEL I’M MADE OF MEAT, WOULD YOU EAT ME?”

Efflo was half-tempted to throw his icing-covered cupcake at him for effect, but he really didn’t want to chance ending their relationship over a stained white suit. The drink had made him even more melodramatic than usual, but it hadn’t made him stupid.

“UGH!” he shouted, swatting the meat out of Gabby’s hand disdainfully. “DROP IT! BAD DRAGON! …EUUUGH, I TOUCHED IT!”

He reached for several napkins, and thoroughly wiped his hands, doing the same for Gabby’s. Then without waiting for roar or response, he grabbed the boil by the wrist and pulled him in the direction of the dance floor.

“YOU WANTED TO DANCE? LET’S DANCE!”

"Oh! Yes! Some of the artisans are beautiful dancers- Lifen is the most beautiful, I think." Ying looked down bashfully, realizing she was already talking about her sempais friends. "I am sorry. I talk much too much!"

Ying positively froze as Kiwi pulled her in closer, not sure what his intentions were. Was he going to kiss her? This was all so sudden!@#!

A sigh of relief escaped her as Kiwi merely spun her in a circle, imitating a sort of slow dance. It wasn't so much that she was appalled by Kiwi, only that she wasn't quite ready to make that leap with him- or anyone for that matter. Having been relatively hurt by Salbei, she was happy to spin in a stupid little circle with Kiwi. With her friend.

She tapped him on the shoulder and said, "I am very glad you came! I have wanted to come since hearing of the ceremony from Lan and Lifen, but I did not imagine going with anyone!" Looking around, she noted that everyone seemed to be moving a bit more quickly than they were. "Oh! I believe it is time to dance rapidly! Perhaps you can show me your Famine dances?" She knew they were a bit renowned for their ... style, but had yet to see one performed. Big eyes encouraged him. "Please?"

The first hint of chattering from Gabby had his ears flicking backward, and by the time Gabby had reached full-fledged tantrum, the fuzzy black ears were flattened against his head in irritating. Efflo glared at his boilfriend, letting him go as he stepped backwards, dancing away from him.



“OH. MY. GOD. GABRIEL. YOU’RE ATTRACTING THE WRONG ATTENTION, STOP THAT. JUST KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND DANCE! THIS IS A GOOD SONG.”

Whatever, he decided. He didn’t need Gabby to look good. He would shine bright on his own. He was going to sparkle.