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She had stepped on his foot, but the ghost didn't mind in the least. She could step all over him if she wanted to. The attempt got him moving, but his attention only partially shifted away from the other couple. Marosa had gone back to join them, and though Seiji couldn't hear what the other boil said, the look on Yaya's face said it hadn't been good. With brows raised he glanced down at his ghoul. "What do you think he said?"

He looked back up again at her comment, noted the look on all three faces, and visibly winced. "Maybe hold up on going over there unless it gets really bad." Whatever was happening, whatever they were talking about, it was bound to be very personal. He knew Yaya, she was a very private ghoul.

"Until then, though," the ghost mused, catching Junko's hand again and giving her a twirl. "You're all mine."




Anger turned into irritated confusion, and then slid further into all out perplexity. She stared at her fiance as he tried to explain what he meant, and it didn't really help. If Fey games were what she imagined them to be, then now had not been the time to bring them up. If they were not, she didn't have a clue what else it could have meant. That unknown was enough to cool her temper enough to keep her rooted to the spot rather than send her stalking out the door.

What had her reaching out through, sharra's shadow, was that sudden hurt look on the other boil's face. It was a thoughtless reaction, one born from months of doing everything in her power to chase the pain from golden eyes. Her fingers slid around his opposite wrist, and she helped to pull him back to them, but released him a second after as the ghoul sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

She still didn't know what to say, but thankfully the nergal filled the silence that would have stretched awkwardly between them. After a moment she let her hand fall, even withdrew the other from Sharra's shoulder so she could cross her arms across her stomach. Defensive.

It prickled at her that the Fey didn't seem angry at the nergal still. It prickled further to think he was either blind her obvious discomfort around the boil, or didn't seem to care. They were engaged. They loved each other. They were there for one another when they had both had no one else to turn for.

When she looked up again her features had softened some. Vulnerability chipping steadily away at the anger. And, perhaps, a touch that old jealous returning.

A very devilish grin flashed dainty fangs in the dim light of the hall, and she gave an excited, eager trill as she hooked her arms with the twins. "More than ready," she countered, trail lashing at her ankles. "Let's go!"

She might have looked like a beauty, but the ghoul was still every bit as much a beast as her books, and she gave the both of them a firm tug to get their trio moving towards the stairs and out of the dorms, into the cool evening air. As they walked her hooves have little rhythmic slaps against the pavement of the path that lead to the dance.

Exams, prom, a trip to the tunnels. "This if going to be an amazing summer.". She was very nearly vibrating in her excitement.

Stopping and bowing his head, Marosa resigned to stay where he was. Fey games were mostly mind games, but the tamer variety - the ones Marosa preferred - were puzzle games, meant for the opponent to think. And he thought that it would have been a kind welcome other than the hostile feelings under skin just barest moments away from being let loose.

"Ah... yes. Oi shall explain later, then." He squeezed Sharra's hand back, but withdrew it after a moment with a narrowed glance - he was still angry that the other wanted to pull away, even after all the faerie had tried to bring them together.

After all, one did not scorn a faerie, and get away lightly.

Marosa had stated in the letter, after all, that this was for Hadiyya.

He gave her a look that stated, Now is not the time. They were in public, after all. They had been at this junction before... and it hadn't ended well.

The gancanagh only hoped she trusted him in this particular endeavor, more than glad he had been there when Sharra had life overwhelm him.

But, the faerie pursed his lips as he thought. If this didn't work, and Sharra wasn't there for her... what would happen to her if something happened to him...?




Etzer mulled over his drink for just a moment longer until he glanced up and saw Uller, tilting his head curiously.

Huh. Wasn't fate fickle?

Lifting his drink in a mock toast, he took a sip while he waited for the stag to reach him. He still had mixed feelings, but... he had to admit, he still felt for the stag. Among all of his other emotions, that feeling had never left him.

"Prom may be over... but I would still like to dance with you."

"Well... to be honest, I wanted to drink the rest of the booze, since you took all of mine." Etzer replied with a wry smile, taking Uller's hand and drawing close, his free hand wrapping around the stag's waist.

"... no one else compares to you. I hope you realize that."

Unable to help himself from grinning, Etzer let out a bark of a laugh, reaching down to smooth over the base of the stag's tail with his fingers.

Just to tease.

"Is that so..."

"Well I can't be pretty and smart." He flashed a grin at Uller, twirling them both around before resuming their slow pace. "Also, remind me to make you a few outfits. You need new ones."

Yes, he definitely loved dressing up his boilfriend.

"Oh. And new undergarments, too." Because why not.

If Etzer could get away with it, he totally would.

Junko frowned and shrugged. "I don't have any idea, unfortunately." But she nodded to his suggestion. It was a good one. She would find Yaya later for sure, but for the moment she seemed to be handling it well..

He surprised her with the twirl and she laughed, giving his hand a squeeze and then reaching for his other hand once she was turned around again. "I'm always all yours. Your so greeeeedyyyyyy," she teased in a playful whine, grinning helplessly up at him despite her protest.

He'd gotten to the doors first and gave a glance to the rather interestingly dressed gnomes who kept watch outside the dance. Nova didn't have more than a moment to think about them before the other boil caught up. He hadn't thought he'd win. Actually the other seemed a bit winded, maybe he was more use to flying than running.

"Aa," Nova nodded as he turned to face his date, hehe, that was a first, he had a date. A hand raised as a fist to his mouth and Nova gave a small cough, slightly embarrassed by the realization. "No one seems to be leaving yet." He commented, as they walked inside. A slight blush rose to his face when his hand was taken and he was lead. Nova smoothed his ruffled clothing with his free hand as they walked along, he was suppose to be presentable.. and a ghoul. His eyes darted around, he'd never actually been inside the school before. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself... or his family.

Inside finally, the floor opened up, looking like the night sky beneath them. It was crowded here, unlike moments before. Lights were everywhere, yet he could see plenty of shadow. Was that ice off in the corner? Eh, never mind, best not to ask. Creeple were dancing, and talking, and Nova could feel that strange tang that he'd noticed before when around so many of the students. Keeping his voice soft, pretty easy to do if not very good for being heard in the large room, Nova spoke, "It looks like most creeple just moved in here, things are still pretty lively, ja?" With his free hand his, tucked a bit of loose hair behind his ear.