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"Then we dance, we dance for our selves and too each other." She was rather good at paying attention to small details. Blame fussing over Shehk 24/7 never mind learning to read the emotions of Siddie who was a shadow; faces where the very base of reading emotions.

Hel was sad.

Hel needed some fun.

An arm twined around her friends she tugged her to the dance floor, "Shall I lead?" Her purple eyes danced with delight as she put Hel through a tiny spin.

Shik did to want to be there. At all. Shaheen's irritation was visible, but it boiled on the inside of him - at best his expression was bit more cross than usual, but then Shikoba's neutral face looked distant naturally. Loud music. Loud people. Unreliable lights. It all assaulted him like an unwanted bucket of cold water, and when his "date" stepped away he crossed his arms and gave a disapproving sweep of the area.

The whole setting he loathed, but nothing was more bothersome than the fact that he had somehow found himself sporting a more formal set of clothes: if by formal you meant a similar-looking-waist-cloth-only-fancier-designs. The only real effort Shik put forth on were his dyes, which had been repainted and redesigned so that he looked sharper and fiercer than usual, and the handsome wolf pelt slung about his shoulder like a cape.

Hair? Pffff. Hair was fine as it was, mohawk/mullet hybrid and feathers and all. It had been cleaned and nothing more.

His senses assaulted, Shik was in no mood for Shaheen's games and hissed back, "This was your idea, Shaheen, and if I have to hear it was mine one more time, I will show you my idea of what painful retribution this will bring about." Not even the music, which was nothing he had ever heard before, could be enjoyed. Not when he felt like a bat maneuvering about in the day.

Ah, and there it was: his wings were shifting in agitation now too.

He didn't, but Shehk didn't press it.

"Alright." she relented before she slipped her hand into his to give it a squeeze. "I'm sorry for being such a worry wart over you all the time."

It was bound to happen.

And it should not have been surprising WHO the pair was. Entering to the prom in style, the dynamic duo announced themselves with a clack of heels and a swish of a skirt. Both decked out in colors that others would associate with them, both of them also too lazy to get a different mask to wear. They matched anyways.

Boils in dresses? Introducing Princess Jack and Princess Remi.

Remi gave a wicked smirk at his partner in crime, Jack the cat king. The fluffy kitsune originally had no real intentions to attend the gathering, but with a little persuasion (it did not take much), here they were and looking FABULOUS, if Remi had a say.

Plus, even better? "Hey jack?" Remi said momentarily before flinging one of the packages they had made RIGHT at his bro. That being?

A glitter bomb.

Alex was in a very happy place at the moment. Surrounded by delicious food, still able to feel faint traces of warmth in his hand from where Yin had held it. Yin, holding his hand in public (even if he did have to somewhat trick him into it) and wearing a suit and a tie. Nope, he still wasn't over that, and probably wouldn't be all night. He was having one of the happiest moments of his unlife, and it only got better when he heard a familiar voice chime out his name. Looking down, he offered a Mei a large smile and a nod, "Always, Mei, always." He meant to chat with the ghoul more, but her date (assuming it was her date, anyways) seemed eager to move on off to the dance floor.

And there again, that feeling of envy.

The zomboil was able to turn his attention back to Yin now, and he gave the boil a large smile, flashing his for once actually freshly brushed teeth before plucking some of the food off of his plate and popping it into his mouth. He chewed it down and swallowed it before answering. "It wasn't that bad. I've found time to grab myself a bite to eat once in a while." If once in a while meant the one time King took him to the undead awareness festival and bought him lunch, then he wasn't exactly lying, right?

It was somewhat good to know that he hadn't left Yin hanging completely, though he still felt a little badly about it. Someday, somehow, he was actually going to be on time!

Popping some more food in his mouth, he had another glance around while he thought about his answer. "Well, I mean, it is a dance..." Was he hinting towards something? Was he giving Yin big sad pathetic zombie eyes? Well, it would be kind of hard to tell with the mask obscuring his face but yes, yes he was.

And all the while, he had no idea that a certain famine horsemen who owed him something was zoning in on him.

The purple haired boil was at least tall enough to show up in the crowd, which was good, he supposed, because if she kept bellowing they would probably get tossed out of the place. "Yo," he said cheerfully, pulling out his mask finally. "I was healing up my face," he told her easily as he tied on the mask.

Keep her calm, boil, he told himself. A bit off guard, too. "You hungry? They got an awesome looking spread!" Then he held out his arm to his date.

Someone probably should have actually helped Sura with the whole.. 'dressing up' thing. Her attempt at Scarentines had been charming, but it hadn't really been her thing.

Her attempt for Prom was even worse, however.

Mask?

For her face?

She'd pulled a brown paper bag over her head, used her fingers to poke out holes for the eyes, and her horns had ripped through the top. It was probably as good at 'making a mask' as she was going to get for it.

Clothing?

Same as normal.

She'd just added a bow tie. She almost looked like a lost and somewhat insane hobo standing in the middle of the room as she stared out into the distance...or towards the gnomes. Whichever.

False was done his good deed, Freya was happy and with Herryk. So he did the next best thing.

"LAAAAADDDIIEEEEEES"

Marching over the robed and masked Arms wrapped around the two boils waist not minding the glitter at all tugging them in as Sharpie sat at their feet. "Jack, you are a lying con, you didn't tell me little boy blue was here." The reaper reached up ruffling Rem's hair and ears, "I need to get out more I had no idea you where both under the same roof. I've been here a few months and never knew our weekend warrior kitsune was hanging out with the fuzz ball king!"

Sharpie was still at the trios feet, face puffed up slightly, "They won't give me any cake because I'm a kitty!"

"Ignore the cat you boys look wonderful tonight."