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It was only when he finished the song that he realized he might have gone too far. He looked around, taking in the room full of butterflies that fluttered around them, the happy looking ghoul in front of him--

And realized he'd just set up a damn good seduction. Well... jack, he thought. He'd just been doing things that he figured would make her have a good time--he owed her that much, and from what he knew of her, he liked her well enough. But he'd had no plans of hooking up with a ghoul that Terra considered a "very, very good friend." Going out with them on casual dates like this, that was fine. Nobody got hurt, no harm, no foul sort of thing. But hooking up--or breaking their hearts--

He looked at her hesitantly. Then promptly changed the subject back to safe territory. "Terra makes a jackin' good princess for the family," he said with a grin. "See, we're all crass bastards who don't deal well with each other most of the time, she makes for a nice change from that."

Oh, and Monica, he added silently, but Monica was constantly left behind to do the things Vegas was supposed to be doing, so family trips made Terra the only ghoul.

He frowned slightly, thinking about it. "Well, I like Terra best," he said finally, honestly. "The others--well, it's my Pop an' my Gramps," he said, unzipping his vest and pulling out an eyephone before zipping back up. He flipped through his pictures, bringing up one of Austin first.

The man in the picture looked exactly like Roch would in about twenty years--although he had short, spiky blonde hair and no piercings. He was lounging in the shot, a little grin on his face around a cighoulette. "This is Pops," he said, showing her the picture. "He's setting up a bike shop in town sooner or later--he was a professional grim for most of my life, though," he explained.

"Yeah," he said with a little grin. "Him an' Gramps. Pop's weapon is a sax," he added, flipping to another picture of the man holding an extremely sharp silver saxophone. "Gramps--" he flipped the picture, only to show Terra playing her violin--and another shot of Terra dancing with Austin--"Ah, here he is," he said.

The reaper in the picture looked huge. He was broad shouldered and square jawed. He wore a white suit and had a cigar held in a huge hand. His hair was white and short, but well styled. His eyes were gray. There was a tiny smirk on his face. "This is Gramps," he said. "He's got daggers that spread out t'be a keyboard. He owns a casino--but I'm pretty sure he worked as a grim for a while, too."

The ratio of Terra pictures to the others from his family trip showed just how much he liked her better.

"She can be a brat," he said, grinning even as he thought about it. "Y'know, it was snowin' not too long ago? Well she spent the entire jackin' time tryin' t'figure out how t'stuff snowballs down my pants before I noticed," he told her, offering his arm. "Wanna see another one of the rooms or should we head t'get dinner?" he asked her. "Cuz I haven't eaten in almost... what, an hour?" he added, trying to count back that far.

"Hey now, I'm a growin' boil!" he protested. Has his rper mentioned that he was already 6'4? He was. "I gotta get my strength up!" He was a hob, one that usually was the first to beat down the robots in Moira's class. "Can't y'see I'm only skin an' bones?"

Well... he WAS skinny. That much was true. HOW, the world would never know OTL.

He let out a laugh and started forward, leading the way. "What about you? What's your family like?" he asked as they headed out of the building. The moon was above by now, lighting the path ahead of them. It had gotten just a little bit cooler, he thought. But it wasn't bad. "I shared, so you gotta, too!"

He hesitated, hearing her story, then draped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her into a half hug. "Hey," he said. "I think y'did fine, pickin' Psy. You're gonna have plenty of opportunities to prove it, too," he promised. "Don't worry, I'm sure the two of you will figure somethin' amazing out."

Then he started forward again, still keeping an arm over her shoulder. "It's this lil place called Deaders," he told her. "So far everything I've tried has turned out t'be seriously good," he promised. "But we gotta go back in town t'get there."

"See, now you're shockin' me again!" he said, shamelessly teasing her. "Footrubs are right up there with kissin' on the first date, you know!" But they had reached the town by now and a neon sign flashed on and off, showing that they'd reached their destination. "Ladies first, of course," he added as he opened the door.

Then, before going in, he said something a bit more serious. "If y'need support," he started out, "even if it's just helpin' move furniture, or anythin' else y'd usually go to family for, call me. If I can, I'll help."