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Ack-! While walking over to the punch, Levi was checked right in the poof. Rather, she was body checked in the poof of her dress by a poof. Levi recognized the well-dressed gentlemanly boil, providing a smile and raising her tail as she turned to greet him.

Well, how'd'y a like that! Aye thar, Jove! As the ghostly boil had done, Levi flickered her mask upward for a moment, giving Jove a wink, and flipping it back down to keep things customary to the theme. Was it a bad idea to remove ones mask at a masquerade? She hoped Jove would follow suit as to not test this theory.

Been 'a coon's age since I last saw ya'. Reckon 'bout this time last year, now that I'm thinkin' 'bout it, kekeke. Levi didn't bend down or talk in a particularly different way. To her, Jove was a strong boil undercover as a quiet type. As always, the tatzel believed Jove to be a prime example, like Xiu, that size and appearance where not the bases by which someone should choose their opponents. If Levi fought with Jove in the arena, it would be the white-haired ghoul giving him everything she had. You been trainin' any? Seem 'lot bulkier than before. More muscle 're somethin'. Mighty sleek fit in that thar suit, boil.

Mei could of kept on dancing all night if she wanted to. She had to keep catching herself from leaning her head against Eisheth's chest as they moved about the dance floor in a little circle. But it would of been silly to stay out there all night and she was sure her date would probably get tired of just dancing.

As the song ended she took a step back, grasping her skirt to hike it up slightly and did a small curtsy in thanks. "Well, most of my undead life." She replied as she straightened out her skirt once more. "Though most of it is performance dance. Like jazz or ballet. Toss in a little gymnastics and floor dance and I suppose you build up a familiarity with the basic movement."

The ghoul took Eisheth by the hand as another song started up. This one was a little faster but she wasn't too sure the Horseman was ready for that kind of quick movement yet. Plus she didn't want to wear her out, they still had a lot of time left for the dance.

She instead lead her back over to the tables where there was food set out. Picking up a plate she handed it over to Eisheth. "If you thought the punch and dancing was good now you get to try some of the food. If it looks weird don't be too afraid of trying it. You never know what you might or might not like." Mei winked with a grin as she grabbed herself a plate and began to put small bits of food onto it. She wasn't a big eater but she did like the occasional food now and again. "And uh...if you have any questions about what something is feel free to ask."

"The sparkle looks good on you babe!" He sad, still sprinkling the horribly sparkly stuff down on the ghoul. "Everything looks better with a little sparkle." He gave her a wink, backing up a step to look her up and down. "See? Perfect."

Not that he had room to talk, the boil was radiating glitter any time he moved. A flick of his tail sent more of it off towards any other random unsuspecting victims.

"What do you think?" He said giving a twirl, allowing the sleek fabric to fan out around his lower body. For a boil he ODDLY looked at home in the outfit.

Only did a flutter of movement catch his attention before he was handed three semi larger versions of his own glitter bombs. Looking down at them, and then back to desu, his lips parted to reveal a few pointed canines. "Now thats what im talking about. Hello, Desu. Dont you look marvelous." He commented before tossing some glitter at Desu as well. The ghoul looked adorable anyways, a little more sparkle would not hurt. He pocketed the three objects. (he added pockets to the dress ok)

He would save these three special desu glitter bombs for a special attack.





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Moving her hands she slid them just under his shoulders, clasping him tightly. It was closer to a bear hug than anything for a moment, then she released some of the hold and let him lead her along to the music. She never was a dancer, so she was more than welcome to let him do his thing. She was graceful but that came more from being a deer than anything else. Speaking against his chest, she mumbled. "I am ok with this." The ghoul was honestly one whom only needed a few close people in her life. She came from a herd of Perytons that were her family, yet not. She was used to having a few select people to count on. In amity, that list only had Sparrows name on it currently.

"But i would love to meet your friends." She had to kill those rumors right? Wren was actually a person, not a ghost, and the bird had to leave the nest eventually.

"S-speaking of friends. How has Jove been?" She remembered the poor thing hiding under the bed. She wondered if he was here.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ～☆.。.:* DESU-CHAN WAS SPARKLING! Remi was totes a new favorite student.

Fo sho

"For soothe, brother, I did not intend to take any thunder pertaining to the glitter-bomb idea . . and don't get any strange ideas about touching my facial hair. I think it gives me a sense of class." He stated, lifting his own bombs up, before the Thunder Oni came over to Remi, giving him a few more of her own flavour. The cat-king gave him a little pout, feeling like the odds became in his brother's favour, but dismissed it, turning back to False, who was only a few inches shorter than the terrible two.

"I could complete it a little further for you, False. We have a Giftmas worth of glitterbombs just waiting for people." He offered, leaning against the fire-deity, looking around the building, before casting a soft wave to Amrita - whom he was indebted to for the assistance.

"It's not my first time engulfed in fabric." He offered up, letting his gaze fall back on False and Sharpie. "I'm a performer, I live for the spot-light, I'm surprised you didn't think that, old friend. I'm more surprised that Remi was persuaded so easily in to silk and sheer. I guess you learn a lot about someone when you're rambling about the next awesome thing." With a wink, he gave a shrug.

"Don't let us beautiful ladies dampen your chances at a dance with a pretty miss. I'd love to find someone to waltz with, I admit." Most of those, though, were pre-occupied with their dates.

Oh, the trials of going stag.

Kettil had never fought her wills whenever she tugged at his dreads mostly because while he was sure she would stop before it became painful he didn't really see any need to stop acquiescing to her wishes since each time it came with a positive reward and thus Kettil was most easily trained, much like a tall goofy puppy with dreadlocked hair. He leaned his head down enough to receive the peck on the chin.

"That's more than fine, just gettin' a feel for the evenin'," he said simply reveling in her touch aware that Freya had entered the event but also noted that she probably wanted to be with Herryk, which was just as fine. They could talk later perhaps. Kettil at the moment was just enjoying the evening.

When she fell silent he fell silent too quietly moving with her along the dance floor - at least until the mood of the music changed and just the over all feeling of everything felt a bit too heavy on him. Sometimes he could be within a crowd forever mingling and socializing, sometimes he could be indoors forever but ... He was also in clothes he wasn't used to and in a setting he didn't have much experience in, he leaned and gave Lark a small kiss on her cheek as he murmured, "Let's go get some fresh air...somewhere."

Then he led the way away from the dance floor after he had pulled away and linked hands with her. Yet ... There seemed limited places where he could get away and paused only a moment in front of the bathrooms before he ducked in through one of the doors marked 'Other' hoping Lark wouldn't just let go of his hand and just stand there with indignation of some sort.

"I learned to dance as a scareling.." He giggled informatively, body vibrating as it usually did. The strix was slow with the dance, smooth, and with her intangible feet it barely seemed like any work for the ghoul at all. The pose was perhaps a bit formal, maybe old fashioned, but it worked for the both of them, especially with Needle's arms. Muka swayed them back and forth gently, turning only slightly in a circle. The music wasn't exactly what he was used to dancing to but it would do enough.

"Please let me know.. if this is alright." He giggled to her, affectionately leaning his cheek for a moment on her cool forehead. Their mutual like of contact worked well in their friendship so far and he didn't feel shy or strange about showing her affection.