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Muka, being a wise young owl, just giggled and ate because he could probably wax poetic about his thingie.

"One day!" He squawked playfully and slurped down something that looked like either a worm or a noodle.

He was asking because he wanted to make sure she wasn't feeling too uncomfortable, though it looked as though asking had made it slightly worse. Xavier flushed with embarrassment and was about to tell her not to mind - but as it turned out, he didn't need to, because she was already dragging him up.

"O - okay!" he said quickly. "Games, yes, games, let's go play."

Games were a good distraction right.

Kemnebi's phone buzzed and she opened it to read the text. Well, hell. How was she supposed to tell him where she was when she didn't know where he was. He had to be one of the costumed ones, but which was harder to determine. There were so many students, it was had to pick one person out of the crowd.



Well, at least her make up was a skull, she had on a skeleton hoodie and had painted bones on her tail. It wasn't the best or most creative costume, but it was cute and she liked it.

If Freya's enthusiasm bothered him at all, it didn't show. He seemed utterly unphased by her volume, and was content to let Junko field questions. Though the punch to the arm did demand his attention. It made him rock where he stood, and glowing eyes turned down the valkyrie to offer a slow blink. "Couldn't let her get away." Twice. It was offered with a pleased smile.

To his credit, Seiji didn't look even the least bit panicked at the notion of scarelings. It was a subject he and Junko had talked about before. They had a plan, and babes were certainly a part of it, and probably sooner rather than later. So he wiggled his finger at Peder, smiling at the little reaper scareling. "After graduation," he agreed, making the rot in his hand crawl in different designs for Peder's amusement.

Kettil's comment was answered with a nod. If there was one thing Seiji did too often, it was spoiling Junko. The ghoul wanted for nothing, and of course, the ring was no exception. "It's nice, right? Antique."

"West, have you learned nothing during your time at Amityville?" Hel teased, but regardless, still stood there rather proudly as her 'costume' was called into attention. The reaper rested her fists on her hips and puffed her chest up. "Ya!" She replied after Amrita said the magic words of 'wedding dress'. "That is what it is! Also, look at you, Amrita, continuing to be polite and not ignoring me."

She continued on. "As for why I am wearing it--" Another pause. "Why not." That was her answer.

Amrita only smiled at Hel. The kind of smile that seems very pleasant, but also a little weary.

Their little stand-off seemed to finally seep into the poor third party here, and as West asked his question, however quietly, he was heard. The Patchwork looked up at him, the weariness leaving her smile the moment she had something else to focus on.

"Oh, it's nothing." Amrita smiled away, linking her hands behind her back as she rocked lightly from the balls of her feet to her heels. "Just friends, playing nice. Right, Hel?" Her smile got a little sharper for only a moment, before she shrugged and returned her attention to the rather tall Wrath Demon.

"Anyway. We're at a dance. Want to?" She offered her gloved and backwards hand, her head tilting to indicate the dance floor not too far away.