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Hatmon’s claws scuffed softly against the grass as she entered the reception area. Originally, she had not planned to attend, but a feminine manakete had curiosity that had to be entertained. And naturally, she came together with him as if it was habit they always be together despite there being nothing more than friendship between them. The fox-like girl was a few steps behind Kris when they arrived, as if to keep and eye on him, which wouldn’t be odd, because she had acted as a bodyguard for the man numerous times since they had met.

Upon arrival they both received champagne, which Hatmon accepted with great glee; her being a huge fan of the liquid. The glass proved to be a bit awkward for the girl’s claws to hold though, and she drank it in haste so that she could sooner be ride of the slippery glass. “I had almost forgotten the taste of champagne,” Hatmon admitted to Kris as a waiter took her glass away.

“Is that so?” Kris asked as his glass was taken away as well once he finished it off.

“A good number of years ago, the latest probably being that time I snuck out while you slept.” Her tail flicked lazily from side to side as she examined her amber colored claws.

“We did have wine not long ago though.”

“Yes, you got drunk and transformed into me and almost did things I wouldn’t be proud of with my body.”

“Speaking of such, why is it you never get drun—“

Hatmon cut him off with a motion of claw before responding. “If I can help it, such will never happen.”

Hatmon looked around calmly, taking note of the… distasteful number of humans present. She had expected as much, but still was not pleased by the results. Kris, on the other hand, cared not for what race the guests were, and would be more than happy to mingle with anyone. As mingling allowed him to analyze more… targets he could possibly transform into later on.

Kris was the first to notice Ganon’s approach, and in order to gain bring Hatmon to attention, he lightly squeezed her tail. Her response was a hiss of displeasure accompanied by a slap of the tail, as she proceeded to twist it away from his grasp. The squeeze had done just as Kris intended though, and Hatmon became award of Ganon before he was in speaking range. Not that he was hard to not notice, him being much taller than any creature she had ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t only his size, but his appearance that intrigued her. In her lifetime, the chimera had encountered many different races, but never before had she encountered one like Ganon.

“A pleasure,” came her short reply to his first statement. While being one of many words, there were times she said little, especially around those she had just met. Ganon’s introduction made Kris smirk, as if he had keyed into the mood and discovered himself unnecessary. He was feeling curious, and took this as the perfect change of escape, and thus did just that. Hatmon did not mind though, as long as he didn’t get out of her sight or cause too much trouble.

“I’d believe I would remember some as charming as you, had we met before,” Hatmon said, deciding it polite to throw in a well placed compliment during introductions. Had Ganon been human, he wouldn’t have received anything of the sort. As customary, she offered her name up once Ganon had done so. “I am called Hatmon.” The introduction was accompanied by a short bow of the head, which caused some of her dark black hair to fall into her face, which she brushed back to the side with her golden claws almost seductively.

A small ghost of a smile placed itself on her lips, as to signal that she very much liked the compliment. It was always good to hear good things about one’s self. After the transformation to chimera, Hatmon could say she appreciated them a lot more now than she had when she had been but a human hundreds of years ago. Compliments after all, were much nicer than the insults that had been thrown at her by her mother and elder sister after they betrayed her in such a disgusting manner.

Dancing was something Hatmon hadn’t done since the years before her almost wedding. It wasn’t that her paws made it especially difficult, but rather, she had just simply not desired to… until now. Refusal would be out of place anyway, and would ruin the lovely mood the two had created. “If that is the case, it would be rude not to accept. Let us dance,” she said softly, as if almost ready to sing the words, while she placed her clawed hand within his own.

Ganon smiled, closing his claw around Hatmon's dainty paw, and guided her to the dance floor, where he took both her hands and slid his tail slowly around her back, resting just above the base of hers. "Shall we?" He grinned and took the lead, guiding her slowly at first through a slightly complicated, but wonderfully fun (and twirly) dance.

As he felt her getting the hang of it, he started working up toward the tempo of the music, laughing as he spun her away on his tail, then reeled her back in only to uncurl it again and catch her paws. A small circle formed around them-- not onlookers, just people making sure they wouldn't accidentally get run over by a dancing reptile. "Very good!" he laughed, pulling her close for a moment before starting the dance all over again.

Rhys had attended the wedding quietly (unlike some less scrupulous people with shoes to the head) and had afterward come to the reception (like some less scrupulous people with shoes to the head). Even in a suit, Rhys just liked white--white top hat, white suit with overcoat, white pants, even white shoes! The only hint of anything black on his persona was a pair of sunglasses tucked away into a side pocket. He wondered if the top hat was a bit silly... it just didn't suit him, wearing a hat for this long.

Other than that, he had on his left hand the silver engagement ring Amelia had given him, the blue-green gem absorbing the sunlight and looking a bit brighter despite all the years of wear.

"Hmm? Of course I made it! I was just being quiet for once," Rhys said, grinning as Amelia came over. Yes, Rhys hadn't had anything important to add to the wedding--this day wasn't any Host Club Party, after all. "You did the Host Club proud--you made a heartwarming speech for Tibarn and Ayra."

Rhys snorted and laughed at the "Do things the Best Man can't" bit. It wasn't that he was seeing something behind it that could be used as a joke--it was just the WAY Amelia said it that made it funny, plus the circumstances behind it.

He calmed down and smiled as Amelia lowered her voice to add, "It's good to see you made it".

"I wouldn't have missed this," he said, his left arm wrapping around her waist. It was nice to wrap an arm around a girl in a dress--there was just something sensuous about it that you couldn't get from any other kind of clothing (excluding the "lack thereof" kind of clothing, of course). "This day's too special to be missed."

In the back of his head, he made a mental note to thank Jin for this. Much like Rei was the "Shadow King" of the Host Club, Jin was the "Shadow King" of Eyris' small medical crew, able to keep things running smoothly from the background. With the black mask around his face all the time, it suited him, too. Rhys couldn't stay long afterward--the other surviving members needed a rest, too--but Jin had bought him plenty of time to see the wedding and stick around for the reception.

Rhys looked down into her bright green eyes. His mouth went a little dry at the realization of how close their faces were. The afternoon sun gave her blonde hair a brighter glow to it, making her more enticing...

Um, hello? She said "DANCE", not "Stare at her." Move!, said a small voice towards the back of his head.

"A dance with you would be nice," he said with a smile. As the music picked up in tempo, the couple walked down to the dance floor hand-in-hand, then picked up the tune, assuming nearly the same position they'd been in about a moment ago.

Durbans watched the couples dance, and he was glad he did not have a partner. He was a Warrior! Of course if St. Elimine were here, she would just laugh at him and drag him out onto the floor. For a kind woman, she was suprisingly...forceful. "Ah the good old days," He muttered as he Picked up a glass of water. He perferred not to drink. He looked down to his shoes, and noticed his midriff showing. "Confound It and all the..." The rest was not loud enough to hear. but one could assume he was cursing under his breath as he placed the water glass back down and tried a feeble attempt to fix his cloths, without ripping them off. After appropriating his clothing, He noticed the Paladin, off to the side. Her look...There was a sadness to her. Apparently a wedding gave her a bad memories, or at least something of the sort. Going out on a limb, he walked over to her. Imitating, the polite bow he had seen someone do earlier. "Miss, would you care for a dance?"