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Junko's hair reacted, at first, unhappily to the boil reaching out for it. But eventually it did decide to entertain him, curling around his wrists and arms and giving playful little squeezes before slithering away and wiggling at him, teasing him to come and get it. Luckily Junko's hair was long enough that it would be very difficult for the boil to pull her hair in a way that would hurt.

"You do need a room for yourself," Junko told him, referring to when she had asked if he was sure he didn't want some kind of man cave and he'd said no. Drums were loud. Too loud. They would disturb her concentration when working. Junko could already imagine herself hurting herself in some way from being startled by sudden drums. Also scarelings. She didn't want them to have easy access to his drum set and ruin it by accident in some way.

She turned down to the scareling on her hip again with a warm smile. Just. Too. Cute. She'd let the boils talk about whatever they wanted, she was content to entertain the scareling. But a touch of coolness against her arm had her attention and instinctively Junko looked up at Seiji with a questioning raise of her brow. She was used to his cool touch. Did he need something?

..Wait. He was still talking to Roch. She blinked and looked around until she'd spotted Yaya beside her and she gasped. "Yayaaaaa~! Hiii!" Junko bounced, settling Cisco more comfortably on her hip so she could reach out with one arm to hug Yaya.

Determined not to let his confusion get the better of him, the ghost leaned back in his seat and squared his shoulders. "That was grand! Again!" he declared merrily. He lifted his armored feet with the intention of crossing them up on the table top, but thought better of it before he actually did. He was reminded of the fortune teller's hair—which tried to take another chunk out of him as if it could read his mind—and the vague unease he felt when he met those empty eyes. Maybe he should have left well enough alone after the first reading.

This time he was promised money troubles, which frankly, he already had. Until moments ago he had been blissfully unaware that he had a need for wealth at all, but now a nervous flutter swam from his stomach, past his heart, and into his throat. How was he going to provide for himself when he didn't know how to do that, nor quite what he even was? What were his needs? He recognized uncertainty as it buffeted him from all sides, but he had next to no reaction to it beyond that recognition. Hello, uncertainty. Was this normal? He supposed he needed to find someone to speak to who didn't seem bent on consuming him.

With a slight shrug of armor-clad shoulders, the ghost rose to his feet, grinning broadly when he floated off of the ground once again. "Thank you," he said, turning an unintentionally superior smile on the horseman before he hovered away.

SHOW ME DA FUTURE!

SHOW ME DA FUTURE!

Keen drifted over to the table again and looked at the horseman, bowing her head politely once more. She was still not going to talk, that wasn't her thing, but she did keep her eyes on the moving hair. No more nipping from that this time. Okay maybe there would be, but now that her three pets were with her they were more than willing to try to protect her. (yeah right....) Actually they seemed to be baiting the long locks wanting to play. Still ghost poms.



Her romance... romance? No one felt romantically toward her, and it wasn't as if she had any that she knew of.. so why would it be robbed? Did this horseman know something she didn't? She blinked a few times in confusion and tilted her head, writing a note carefully.

I do not understand... Who would feel romantically to me?

She glanced around then shook her head. This was weird. She hardly had friends let alone a romance. She had only met three boils, and as far as she knew not a single one really cared about her.

This was going to seriously bother her.

"Yeah..." He'd sort of forgotten the drums when they'd been talking about to look for in a house. "Probably a good idea." This said as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. She'd remember, add it to the list of things they needed in a house.

A smile was flashed to Yaya as she made an appearance. Marisa as well, but Seiji didn't know the boil well, not personally.

Mention of a gig drew his attention back to Roch. "Yes." It was automatic. A gig meant money. Seiji needed money. Besides, he loved to play, he just hasn't had much opportunity to as of late. If the band was getting back together? Jack yes, he was in. "Definitely."

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Yaya loosened her hold on her boilfriend so she could give Junko a long over due hug, laughing serenely as the scareling in her arms bellowed at them. "Precious child." A fingertip brushed one pudgy cheek.

Glowing eyes lifted to the reaper. "Is your sister around?"






She'd have known him by scent alone, and a pale hand settled on one of his before he'd fully settled against her. Wings had shifted, tail curling back around one thin thigh, and she in against the familiar lines of his chest as her head tipped up to receive the kiss. Drinking in the taste, the feel of his lips and strong, possessively protective arms.

When they parted she smiled up at him, and did indeed turn in his arms, her own coming up around his neck, and she pulled him down for another kiss, greedy, that ended in a n** to his lower lip.

"This is a surprise," she purred. "Didn't think we'd see you tonight." At least not before they'd returned to the dorms at the end of their night.

With a grin the ghoul drew back enough to see him, clothing and all, and shed give the edge of one neatly pressed lapel. "You're looking rather dapper tonight." He always did. Ahm was the more fashion concious of the two. Her own outfit was all short skirts and flouncy fabrics that drapped over her curves and left her back bare for her wings. A dark purple that boards red on black.

Junko nodded. She wouldn't forget. It would go on the list of 'must haves'. Smiling, she tilted her head into his kiss before turning to Yaya again. The hug was returned as best as one could with a scareling in her arms, and his sudden shout startled her. "Wha--" And then Roch commented on it. Junko blushed and looked back at the two boils before turning to Yaya and--sudden Yaya attacker!

"That's my beautiful girl~" Her responses to the twins were so honest and delightful; Ahm found the stress of catching up on classes eking away in favor of Merry's merriment. Just being near her was a balm and joy, as always. Once she'd turned to face him, his hands settled against her lower back and hip possessively; the n** she gave him set his tail twitching like a cat with catnip - or an especially tasty bit of prey.

Ahm breathed deeply, she had the most intoxicating scent, she really did - a mix of her natural scent and, after so much time together, a hint of the twins too. "How could I resist? Spending time with my two favorite creeple or slogging through books with bad attitudes? No contest." As behind as he usually was thanks to Clan related business, he had to spend much of what would have been his 'free-time' studying, taking tests and otherwise being studious. Certainly he was a bit jealous that Nahm and Merry spent so much time together, but it wasn't because they spent time together - no, it was because he would rather be spending that time with them - at least away from school work.

Ahm soaked up her praise and reached up with one long-fingered hand to tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear, "Why thank you Merry, but you must know you outshine us all." Another broad smile; she looked good enough to eat - as usual - even when she wasn't trying, her color and fabric choices flattered her lovely form. Mentally he made a note to send back home for a bit of shimmery, delicate fabric...it would make a lovely contrast against her scales while complimenting the brightness of her fur. Nahm wasn't quite as good with the delicate stuff as he was, but they would both enjoy the work.

"Speaking of surprises...has Nahm not showed up yet? Tsk tsk, to leave you waiting...what a naughty thing for him to do."

With the beautiful chimera filling his senses, Ahm was content; certainly there was quite a bit of excitement happening around them - creeple singly and in groups, music, fortune telling and refreshments - but he was focused on her. "The dark is honored and pleased to enhance the beauty of the stars." As he spoke he dipped his head down so he could catch her plush lips in a soft, brief kiss. She tasted delicious, like some rare and expensive treat...only twice as heady and rich.

"Ah, that would certainly make studying more...interesting." He grinned, fingers kneading lightly at the small of her back as he thought about her extremely tempting offer. "I'd love that. I'll check into my schedule as well...it's fairly packed, but if I can shift a few things to make it match yours..." Oh yes, having Merry with him during class and working with him..that would be perfect.

If they could behave themselves more often than not.

Merry's fingers against his skin sent a shiver along his spine and he made an approving, appreciative sound. "Of course he will, he wouldn't leave you to your own devices for long. He knows better." Ahm knew better than most that Nahm could take care of himself; trouble followed the Grue twins like a favored pet and they were well used to dealing with said trouble.

"Would you like to get something to eat, perhaps? Or we could dance...the music's not half bad."

Kisses from the twins were like candy, and Merry never seemed to get enough. As another was offered she was rising up to meet him, a content purr humming through her chest as she leaned against him. From her own lips the poetic sentiment had sounded corny, but Ahm's silver tongue made it nothing but romantic, and she smiled up at him, charmed. If she accompanied them to their home she really would shine like a star, a wealth of white and color in the darkness of the tunnels. Well, save for the scarf they had made her.

"We can catch up to Nahm, then we'll all be on equal footing, have the same homework." It would make it easier to help Ahm stay ahead when he was still being called back by the elders so often.

A devilish grin slid along full lips. "He does indeed. There's no telling what sort of trouble I could get into while left to my own." She was, after all, every bit as devious as the boils. Nails tickled along the back of Ahm's neck again, gliding through soft curls as she tried to pull another shiver from the grue.

As for what they should? "Dancing." They could eat anytime, but how often did they find excuses to dress up a little or dance? They could snack later.