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Staring contest.

Xavier lost, mostly because he was staring at the floor instead of at the ghoul, and since the floor couldn't really stare back, it didn't really make for much of a staring contest. Which meant that Xavier was staring at the floor while Helmut was staring at her claws and nobody was staring at each other.

He sounded even more bewildered now. "I...don't understand," Xavier said, flustered as he tried to catch one of the feathers that had slipped out of his hair and twirled to the floor. "I, um...speak....whatever...I'm speaking?"

Xavier's expression was one of pure despondency now.

Even if Mathias had no desire to glance up, he had come to the right place to find a familiar and not-female friend. Jove spotted him quickly enough as he set a foxfire down in the pen, and wandered over to bump his shoulder against that of his friend. Although they were usually of similar height, today Jove had to envy his friend's tall heels. His own were relatively modest, but where on earth did Mathias get such tall boots?

Jove remained quite close to the wolpertinger as he reached down to greet the little black foxfire, it was the sort of distance you could only feel comfortable with in crowded rooms with a very close friend. Even though this petting zoo area was not quite as crowded as elsewhere, it was indeed comfortable for the little ghost.

He scratched the foxfire's writhing black head, and quickly recognized it as one of his brother's pack. But why Mathias would have Hommy, Jove couldn't figure out. He wagged his tail though, and as he petted the black mass of fluff and teeth and eyes, the creature's little tendrils curled around his fingers and wrist. Clearly it was also happy to see it's owner's little person again.

Amphi nervously played with her fingers, looking from Lou to the room.

She had allowed him room to recover from his....shock...she had allowed time. A good amount of a month of time. She would send text messages, to let him know she thought of him still while she worked.

And when she had heard Scarentines was coming up, she had chosen the time as the perfect time to draw him out. He was after all...her...something. But hers none the less. It felt almost odd to come back to school after not being here so long but for Lou...

"Lou...Will you dance with me?" She hesitantly reached over for his hand, smiling shyly.

"Well, if you are the luckiest ghoul, then I am the luckiest Boil." He added again smugly, as if he would choose a poorer date or so. "I choose only the best Lovely Charlotte, and well, as you have said, you are the best."

He led her into a dance, much like at New years. "And what has kept you so busy that I haven't been able to steal you for time? Perhaps Reapers are more busier then demons here at this school yes?" he looked all the reapers chilling here and just....

"This band is terrible." He looked up at it with a faint hint of disgust, A werewolf howling at a mic, as if that wasn't COMMON.

The easiest way to describe Lou and his condition right now was both physically and emotionally disheveled. A shadow of his former self. His suit buttons weren't quite buttoned right, his shoes lacked their normal sharply polished shine, and the biggest thing that would stand out to anyone who regularly saw the vampire were the white tufts of hair atop his skull laid flat. No little hair horns.

The boil followed Amphi, slumped over and zoned out. The lights were on but it didn't seem like anyone was really in. The warm touch to his hand caused his attention to turn towards the mermaid.

He said nothing, but offered his other hand to her as a silent affirmative answer.

"Of course!" He almost fumbled, purely of his own idiocy. A demon's way of wooing was compliments, and adoration. Sweet words even if they meant nothing. He was after all a prime example of a Demon.

"I would never want to take you from your studies Charlotte!" he said agast, as if he would waste her time on his whims when she was obviously doing her best to be a proper educated lady.

"Such teases, Ah i remember this time a incubus thought it would be-" Start of a long story about incubuses and wooing him and ending with-

"Charlotte, these compliments are just going to blow my ego through the roof-" Do go on though, you could see his chest puffing and eyes lighting up.

He was handsome. Terrible and handsome.

"Such high aim, I hope I do not disappoint." He gave another smug grin, know full well that he would take her great places. Of course he would. He was Rordan Cormick McAllister, heir to his puca clan.

"Your dress!" He look horrified for a moment, not at the dress but...no now that he got a look well. It was a bit tacky and made with candy really? Wait...no...she did hard work. She was a good Lady type of girl.

"Well then," He snagged her around the waist again and pretended to take a bite, "you must taste sweet and delicious yes?"

Cormick swayed with her again.....

"Which one would you like to play?" Whatever she wanted.....