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Peder was having the time of his life.

Lattice let out a small short monotone 'hah'. It almost sounded like something that came out of a robot in a sci-fi movie when the robot was trying to mimic human laughter. "No. I am quite well mentally. I just ... do not have experience. There is a difference." Did he push a button? No.

"It seems you are a bit stunted when it comes to empathy and understanding of others." She said with a shrug of her shoulders and suddenly there was a baby in their midst.

The infant didn't seem distressed but perhaps confused? She couldn't quite tell. Though the fact that the child wasn't being dropped or otherwise maimed prompted her to speak, "It seems you are quite paternal." Was she being sarcastic? No. Probably not.

"Is that how scarelings are commonly held?" She asked Titus.

Riyo may or may not have dozed off sitting up in her chair, regardless of the loud thumping music. That drink had really done a number on her, apparently.

"EH?!" Her body tensed at the sudden voice beside her, eyes widening until they honed in on... Oh!

"Yes and yes." Riyo smiled and nodded. "I don't even know why I came this time. I guess... I figured I'd see people I know but it seems like they're all busy." Well, until now. Sighing, the ghoul leaned back in her chair. "Did you get curious?" She could only assume. It was her weakness too.

She couldn't see his face clearly and so any expression he made was pretty much lost on her, but she could sense him being uneasy. There was a bit of dormant mischief acting up inside her as she simply shrugged, "I do not know, Father. It seems you forgot that scarelings are not mechanical beings."

Certainly she'd help free Titus but it seemed she was patient just long enough to get her revenge - buttons pressed or not. It was likely because she knew his karma would build up to something like this if he kept up his name calling and insults to her intelligence.

"I believe you can cradle them and they are quite comfortable that way?" She tilted her head curiously, waiting to see what he did.



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Akubi let out a short laugh, "Yeah I guess I kinda am. I mean creeple make all sorts of a big deal out of it, nyeh." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Kinda boring if you just sit there, isn't it? Then again I did come pretty late in the evening. You probably socialized rather hard before I got here," he teased with a smirk.

"They do. But I suppose they're social creatures, unlike me." Riyo scoffed, her eyes narrowing on Akubi at his comment, though her smile didn't waver. "I had enough excitement, lets put it that way."

She managed to catch a glance over the cat boil's shoulder of Titus... Holding something. What was he holding? It was hard to tell.

"Socializing is overrated. I have enough of that to deal with at work and during normal school hours." Had she mentioned she got a job? Because she had a job. "Shouldn't you be socializing with your more interesting and energetic companions?" She was just sitting around wasting time, after all.

"Enough excitement? I don't know. It seems that you could be rustled up just a tiny bit more. If I were more ambitious I would do so, but alas. This is cutting into my nap hour," he replied slumping in his seat as if he was about to fall asleep right then.

Instead of sleeping he just continued to talk to her, "Well you are the only friend I managed to find...I have only like three that I consider friends, and you are one of those three."

He oddly didn't seem sad at that revelation. It was rather matter-of-fact.

"It is an answer, you're just being stubborn." Said the woman who was being stubborn about giving an answer. "And you have to, because we can't!" Lattice's arms would no doubt cause Baby's First Dissipation, but if she held the baby again, she was fairly certain it would turn black and go evil. Probably not something Mom and Dad would want for little Junior.

"Yeah, like an infant knows what you're saying." Amrita rolled her eyes, unravelling her arms to place her hands on her hips instead.

Really, if Zaire had made the suggestion that they go back to his room and cuddle, right then and there, Jory would have taken it. Whatever had been in his drink, it left him feeling blurry and tired, and with his boilfriend there, that meant clingy and overly affectionate. A really test to Zaire's determination to behave himself.

A soft sound escaped as that arm curled tightly around him, and he'd drag his cheek along Zaire's nuzzling up near his ear, before the tap on his shoulder had him blinking and drawing back to look over his shoulder, brows creased. "Did you see...?" There wasn't anyone around him. The boil frowned, puzzled, but it faded quickly as a thick tail curled around his own.

All attempts at nudging were met with clumsy steps backwards before Jory managed to get his feet under him properly. He clung to Zaire's front as he was steered towards the dance floor, slow to take in what was happening, then smiling. "Dance, candy, then cuddling?" Baby blues came up from the floor, meeting their darker, glowing mirrors.

He wasn't certain, but he was fairly certain his hands were supposed to go somewhere for dancing. He blinked, a look of puzzled concentration crossing paler features, and slid his arms down so they were resting on the taller boil's shoulders rather than looped around them. It was a slower song, so an easy sway was all that was needed. Cheeks paling, the afanc dipped his head, then moved, barely, in time to the tune. Awkward little leans that would loosen up considerably once his partner started moving with him.