Shehk lingered over Frost's shoulder as he went to kiss Jove on the cheek, giving the small boil a curious and maybe too long for comfort look as she sipped from the packet of blood that the Wolfos had brought her.
"I don't think I have anybody else to be kissing tonight..." she pouted. Ren's outcry about the kiss-party going on made her look up to him, ears perking up curiously. "No clue,it's turned into a smooch-for-all."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:19 pm
Since the imprisonment? Was it really that long ago? She recoiled in what looked like embarrassment, and blinked profusely as she sped through the time spent, trying to figure out if she'd even seen Christof since then. Of course, she already knew the answer - none of this was really a surprise. But the act was flawless, and when she finally came to the realization, she shook her head. A travesty. One we must rectify, I promise. Perhaps tomorrow? It would be an ill-suited activity for an eventful day such as this one.
She didn't wait for him to reply. Come to Malodore's dorm, whenever you have the time. I will be there. We'll.. catch up. The phrase sounded foreign in her mind's tongue. She reached up to brush Jericho's hair fondly, and then released his arm. Speaking of which, we should do the same soon. But for now, I'm going to let you have some of those refreshments you were eyeing before. All right?
She let him go, and gave him a mischievous look. Don't stray too far. I do not leave parties alone.
Christof was given one last fond crinkle of her eyes, before she patted his cheek and turned to walk away. She seemed perfectly capable of maneuvering a party on her own, by the way she walked through the bodies of celebrants, never disturbing them despite how closely packed everyone was.
Except for one.
You're eyeing the exit rather early. She regarded Mot, as she walked right past him. She stopped, and turned her head. It's a party, Mot. You should be enjoying it.
Victoria took the tail wagging as a good sign - that she had made the correct decision to give Jove a New Year's kiss. When Ren came around, she looked up, stared for a little bit, and then-
"Are you going to kiss Sir Jove a Happy New Year too?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:22 pm
Oh look, Frost was here now, with a pretty lady next to him - one that seemed familiar, but he wasn't entirely introduced to fully, but it didn't mean he wasn't any more elated, giving them both a smirk, standing to his height again, holding his hands out to Frost.
"Only if you're willing to be accosted by my beautiful sparkles, King." He offered up, winking a little down to the white wolfos, before turning to Shehk. "Pleasure to meet you, you can have a kiss too if you want. I play nice, mostly." He offered, before a shadow loomed around them. Ren was at the party now, which made the big cat all the happier.
"Welcome to the party, would you like a kiss too, good friend? It's the perfect night for it~. I'm getting my birthday kisses in while I have the chance."
Mathias had, of course, inched his way closer and closer to the pillow pile. It was an enticing little mound of comfort, one his flight instincts told him would be absolutely perfect to burrow into to hide himself for the night. He really wasn't even sure at this point why he had bothered to come. Late or not, he had done a sweep of the room (which was to say he had a glance at everybodies feet) and he had not spotted skinny legs in band aids or mismatched socks anywhere.
The date was a bust. He had invited a ghoul on a date and she hadn't even come.
A part of him was relieved, while another part of him was disconcerted over the entire ordeal. She had agreed to go on a date with him, so why wasn't she here?
It was totally not his fault at all for not talking to her prior to said date or for showing up ridiculously late nope not in the slightest.
With all of the parties loud chatter and cheerful occupants and blasting music, the wolpertinger was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second. Maybe if he had spotted Jove over by the snack table, he would have felt a little more at ease, but as he had not, he found himself now backing towards the exit.
When a familiar voice piped up near him, and instinctively, his gaze rose, and then stopped about halfway up Mut's body, because it was pretty obvious she was not dressed in her usual layers, which gave him reason to pause in case that also meant that her helmet would not be upon her head, obscuring her face. He didn't actually really know what she truly looked like, and it made him nervous to find out. He wanted his feelings to be real, and he did not want to be made into a groveling idiot at this ghouls feet for the evening.
"Pes---Mut." He greeted her, unsure of exactly how to proceed at this point. "I am...apologies. Not on time because not knowing vhen arriving is usual." He was struggling, and with all of his flusters came an inability to word properly. At least, in any language Mut could understand.
"Entschuldigen Sie bitte." He finally muttered.
Awkward.
There was, shortly after that and after a stretch of silence, in which Mathias scuffed a boot against the ground, seemingly some bit of commotion when several voices began booming over the sound system, talking about the countdown and drinking cider.
And kissing. Oh no. Not the kissing.
Mathias reached up to rub at his face, then to scratch at one of his sideburns with a long claw. "Am not gut date." He finally said, eyes rising a fraction higher. He longed to be able to look at her without having to be afraid, but he just could not risk it right now. "Vas too vorried. Not prepared. You look most pretty." He tried to explain, with the addition of a compliment, as he thought might be the proper thing to do at this point.
The countdown continued to it's last note, and then there were cheers and sounds of noisemakers that were blown or clapped. "V-v-vould not...vould not vish to.." He stammered, then swallowed. His chest suddenly felt very tight, his ears wilting. his heart pounding in his chest.
No. He needed to stop freaking out. He needed to just say what needed to be said. "Vill kiss you, if vanting, Mut. Vill not if not needing. But if okay just..maybe... just on hand?" He did not think he could bring himself to lift his face to hers, not even to kiss her on the cheek, if that was allowed.
Enoh Love
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:23 pm
Mot flinched, eyes widely cast upon Riley. A face he had not scene since he helped her and Amrita during a strange spar. "Ah.. well. I can't say I'm feeling spirited enough to stay." He responded with a weak smile.
He briefly wondered why Riley took the time to say Hello. It was flattering, really. He didn't often see her, after all. "Enjoying yourself?"
Yes, Mistress, he mentally blurted before thinking. It was weird, surreal even. He wondered if he should be flattered or depressed about the invitation but... in truth, he valued her greatly, and the chance to catch up with someone he COULD communicate with was treasured.
As the mindflayer whisked off with her dragon, he kicked the broken garbage bag and consequential litter under the table before scanning the crowd... there, he spotted her.
Brows narrowed, all three hands balling into fists, the hunchback straightened up as much as he could, physically speaking, and marched his way toward the patchwork ghoul.
Enoh Love
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:33 pm
That was a response that had her turning to face him. Her eyes widened just slightly in surprise. Not spirited? That's strange. And yet, I can see it in your face - what could be keeping you from enjoying this loud and raucous occasion?
She used those words, purposefully, because they were technically a possible reason in and of themselves. But her voice held no hint of sarcasm - she was genuinely asking, the tone filled with wonder of what about the evening could have possibly kept a boil like Mot down. She remembered dancing.. something lively..
But then it disappeared.
As if they'd read her thoughts, a dancing boil bumped her in the back, and she took a step forward to get away from them. Her face had its first genuine emotion of the night - a single moment of absolute, vile hatred.
But it was gone in a flash.
Returning to look at Mot, she realized she'd taken a step closer, but she was loathe to return to the line of fire of the dancers behind her. So she recovered from the situation as best as she could, by using the movement as if it was on purpose. Her hand lifted, extended out towards him in a gentlemanly manner - and as usual, Riley had trouble distinguishing which gender association she was taking for a dance.
Not at the moment. Care to attempt to change that?
"Oh... well.." He supposed everyone else being happy and rowdy could put a damper on his night, if only because he did not share their feelings. "Simply a bit of sad news brought me down for the rest of the night. Nothing overly..." The reaper flinched as Riley was bumped, catching the terrifying look of hatred her face held. Even if only for a moment, he'd seen it. And it scared him. She scared him.
He looked down to the hand she held out, puzzled for a moment before returning his gaze to the white orbs she called eyes. "Of.. of course." He smiled politely, taking her hand. "Care for a dance? Of course.. it would be somewhere tucked away from the rest of the crowd..." After all, it was a bit rambunctious for his current mood.
Nio Love
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:44 pm
Around them the crowd erupted into shouts, cheers, and smooches as the countdown happened. Merope's half-lips were twisted into a deep unsettled frown as Llyr reached up to touch his hair. Not just touch; he was tugging at it. At least his hair wasn't loose. The short, flipped hairstyle thankfully stayed in place and didn't fall out and cause a social faux paus.
Upon being asked his name (complete with an expression that would have made Merope's heart beat a little faster if did that; instead the blue markings on the undead boil burned at an embarassed simmer), Merope tried to shrink away from his hand. "Um," Um began, "My name's not really all that important." Not Really All That Important fidgeted, looking uncomfortable. "If you don't mind I think I'd like to stand up now and go... I dunno, over there maybe...?"
Not Really All That Important began to scoot backwards.
As he took her hand, she turned it - she'd been holding hers out to take his, but Mot did not miss a beat, he'd simply taken her hand as was appropriate. So she let him have it, and allowed him to lead her somewhere less populated. If you think you're up for it, yes. After all, something tells me you owe me a dance. Although I can't explain why. It's odd, isn't it? She tapped her temple with one claw. The complexities of a riddled mind.
She hadn't asked about the bad news yet, but neither had she forgotten. It wasn't a question worth asking while moving; she just let him take her wherever he thought was fitting, in relative silence. It was more difficult to keep herself from bumping into another when she followed his lead, but she managed to keep all but one clumsy little ghoul from getting near. The ghoul, a harmless threat, was ignored - she was well tempered, now.
Bittiface
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:52 pm
Jericho smiled and nodded to Riley, then went to grab himself some food here and there. He also gave Christof a light nod, though as usual, he had no idea what the igor was saying to the illithid. Some things would always remain a mystery.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:53 pm
"Is k. Maybe we shoulda agreed on a time...or something. I took a nap." Helmut explained. Somewhere deep down in her too-warm, sleep groggy heart she was happy that he had at least showed up. He did promise, after all. Promises were important. Plus, Hel said that if she missed a function her whole high school career would crash and burn and she'd never be liked ever, and she could only assume that was the deal with everyone. Meaning Matty saved himself from having a terrible time.
"Mooon language." Helmut yawned out, back to rubbing her eyes. The heat from her pillow fortress was still getting to her, making her groggier than she ever remembered feeling. In the stretch of silence that followed the little Wendigo climbed onto her feet, dusting off her purple dress but forgetting to fix her fluffy hair, which was starting to escape the ponytail she had worked so hard in making. By then he had started talking again, and she put a lot of effort into looking at him and trying to understand. When she did, she felt funny. He thought she looked pretty?! Oh gosh...
"Th-thanks...You look..." She had to pause for a moment to actually look at him, since she hadn't had a chance to yet, not really anyway. He was dressed nice, but he was always dressed nice. "Nice as always." She decided, figuring it was true and that was important. He was stammering something then, and she squinted at him as if it would help her groggy mind understand. Didn't want to what? See the year change? Well too bad! That was gonna happen anyway - oh wait maybe he didn't mean the new year. The kiss, then?
Helmut made a disgusted face.
"Don't wanna." Was her almost immediate response once she figured out what he was offering. It was a good thing he offered, because in that moment she was quite ready to hit him to keep him away from her. She liked him, he was fun for grumpy-fanged bunny boil, but kissing was gross. "Boils are gross." She added groggily. "But...hand is okay. If you want. 'Cause like...tradition and stuff..." She took a moment to stare at her own hands as if deciding which one was going to be sacrificed, before offering out her left hand for him.
"But um...Happy new year, Matty."
Seussi
Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:57 pm
Shaheen sort of knew what was going on. Sort of. Well, except for the fact that there were people talking really loudly through some sort of amplification process, and there was suddenly talk of kissing and drinking and making lots of noise (she could totally do all three of those things and do them better then anybody in the room, actually). Also she was a little confused as to why Shik looked like he was completely out of it, only to zone back in to give the man from the death clan his name, only to zone back out again and then.
"Yeeeeesss?" She answered him, eyebrows furrowing in an are you serious right now, look. "I did ask you what you would like to d---"Suddenly kissing all around, and cheering, and toasting. The war chieftain frowned, and took a swig of her drink before waggling it in front of Shik's face. "Not interested in showing everyone else how it's done, I take it, so how about we steal what we can from the tables, and find a way to celebrate this New Year in a more private manner." Sometimes Shik could be such a killjoy, but she was okay with that, as long as he knew how to make it up to her later.
And he usually did. Even if it took a year for him to do so (see: Prom).
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 7:58 pm
"Is that so?" Maybe Mot had forgotten as well. Maybe he was being polite. Either way, she would get a dance. "Well then, owed or not, I am certain I can muster the energy to dance with you, Captain." After all, she was still his Captain, whether the position held true anymore.
"Here should be fine." He turned to face her, smiling a little more easily. "Slow dance? Waltz? Lady's choice."
