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If Llyr had noticed all of the shouts, cheers, and smooches, he didn't let on, instead gazing fondly at the boil's brightly colored hair; his own draped in long locks over one bare, scaled shoulder, as his too-large shirt had slipped, not that Llyr actually cared.

He frowned again. "That's a strange name," Llyr mused, "and rather long. Would you mind if I called you something else instead? I could call you...Not. Or Notty. Noddy? Noddy."

Llyr's nod seemed to be further evidence of this apparently Fantastic Nickname. However, as Noddy started to move away, Llyr's expression turned to one of bemusement.

"You don't wish to speak with me?" he asked, looking crestfallen at the very idea. "I only wished to convey that you are quite lovely and you smell of water, which is one of the best smells, if I should be so bold as to say so; well, flowers are very pretty too, and they smell rather lovely too, I suppose, but water is so very nice, and - "

(He may or may not have gone on for several more moments about the benefits of water.)

Once he turned, he could see the split second of absolute delight at being called Captain. Mot might not have known, but he was the only person who still called her that, and it was, of course, very enjoyable. Still, that was an expression she couldn't hold for long, and the collected facade quickly returned to mask her face, as she nodded a tiny nod at him. I would not wish to attempt the waltz anywhere near this crowd, unless it were with the promise that we could bowl them all over as we passed. Seeing as that is not the case, a slow dance then.

She released his hand, and wrapped her arms around his neck in a loose, comfortable hold. They rested on his shoulders at just the right angle, and she waited for him to take his position, before she even considered asking.

But when they began to move, the inevitable question came.

And so, what bad news has soured your day? Tell me all about it.

It made Mot happy to see Riley happy, even if it was brief. She still enjoyed that title and nickname, and that felt good. It felt normal, a piece of the past that still remained intact. He laughed at her explanation, imaging the chaos they would have created with such a dance. It reminded him of a Prom, when Riley's eyes were not so good. A Prom where she had tossed him across the room like a rag doll.

Mot giggled a lot at that, his stomach hurting as he tried not to laugh too energetically for her sake. "I'd like to see that, but not today. A slow dance, then." He smiled warmly.

He rested his hands at her hips, lightly formed to the curves of her body, and slowly swayed them into a slow dance. This much better suited them, at this point.

"Mm... well, Hel graduated some time ago, and today she said her goodbyes. I knew it would happen eventually.. that she would have to leave school.." He smiled sadly. "It's just hard, letting go and watching time move on without you. She is my dearest friend, and I will miss having her across the hall."

Alexander's grin changed, shifting into something that didn't spread across his entire face, softening into something that was reserved for Yin, one that more accurately expressed the love in his gaze as he pulled him in closer. "Of course, Yin. I doubt there are many here that could reach me, anyways." He joked. squeezing his fiances hand in return, tempted to at least lift that hand up to brush his lips against the other boils knuckles, because that would likely be more acceptable in their surroundings then anything else he could think of.

But no, they had all night together after the party came to it's end. It wasn't necessary to have the kiss right that second, after all.

What a long way they'd come together, considering Alexander would have likely stammered and flustered over a situation like this two years previously,and might have possibly shoved Yin under a table to save his eyes from seeing others doing what the weremantis had trouble dealing with.

"I think I'm pretty much in the clear for the rest of the night and..." He glanced over his shoulder, back towards the stage. "Well, I wouldn't mind adding a wish to the wish tree. Have you had a chance to do so, yet?"

What gusto had built up in him seemed to rush out of him the moment she smiled and spoke, shoulders slumping and face flushing and only then did he remember he still had on the silly paper cone hat Riley had popped on his head.

He tried quickly to pull it off to make himself a bit less ridiculous but only managed to draw it away far enough for the elastic to snap it back into place crooked, smacking him in the eye before he could sign a response.

Oh...was that what he should have done? Spoken to her about a time to meet. Such an interesting concept! He actually thought he might have a pocket watch somewhere on his person, and it likely would have come in handy if such an idea were to be put to use for next ti---

He wrinkled his nose up, because he actually wasn't sure there would be, or even should be, a next time, considering how badly this time was going.


"Vas ist gut nap?" He asked, which was probably a weird and silly thing to ask in the middle of a school dance when he was likely meant to be, oh, I don't know, dancing or something.

He chose to ignore the moon language comment, face screwing up into a sour look that wasn't all that much different then his usual grumpy look.

"Thank you." He mumbled in return to her compliment, now scuffing his boot against the floor with a little more urgency as his nerves began to rile him up.

Mathias had never quite felt so completely and utterly freaked out in all of his life. Helmut's quick response did help in a small way, until the wolpertinger remembered one small little detail. "But is obligatory." He blurted out, his cheeks beginning to redden. "Do not vish to either, but is rules." He didn't really sound all that enthused, or even like he was trying to convince her it absolutely had to happen.

And then he frowned, and he really, really wished he could look up and glare right at her face. "Ghouls are much vorse, and stupid as vell." He stated, his nervousness burning away with his much more usual grumpy irritability combined with biting insults. "You are lucky to find vun villing to consider." Okay that might have been a bit mean, but she had started it! Though come to think of it, she did sound a bit...off, like she still hadn't quite woken up.

"Ach, did not mean." He rolled his eyes, gaze falling down and to the side, ears twitching. "Are not stupid, Mut. Are very nice ghoul. Pretty ghoul, am sure." There, he sort of admitted to the fact that he couldn't actually tell if she was pretty or not.

At the offering of her hand, one that fell into his line of vision, he stared at it for a long time. He had never kissed anyone in his short life, not for any reason. Wolpertingers were not affectionate in such ways, preferring slightly more violent means. He did know what a kiss was, as he had seen others, had read books. Lips were involved, pressing them to their target and...

He gave his head a small shake. "Of course. Tradition. And "stuff"." He reached out towards her hand, clawed fingers pressing against her palm as a thumb brushed over her knuckles, lifting it upwards.

This was it. His first attempt ever at kissing. He leaned his face down, lips puckering slightly.

And then he quickly pecked her on the back of her hand, barely even managing to considering his fangs got almost completely in the way, she herself likely feeling the press of them more then his lips.

But it was done! He had kissed a ghoul! "Happy New Year. Pest."

Shehk looked to Frost attentively when he whined, ears perked as if picking up a note nobody else could hear.

Then with a sigh and a smile, Frost got a kiss on both cheeks as well.