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Petro trailed after the three students, brown eyes studying the groups that had clustered around the photobooth's vicinity. He stayed close to Lattice, not fully aware of the sister's dislike for camera flashes. They did mention the flash once or twice and considering Tro was paying particular attention to the group he's with, he'd picked up enough on their anxiety at the table.

"'M fine if y' two went on ahead too," he smiled at Ulmuka and Needle, while placing a gentle hand on Lattice's shoulder.

Ulmuka nodded to the others and approached the booth. Thankfully there was a quick instruction guide.

"Go in.. when we are ready we hit the button and then there will be a number countdown. Sounds simple enough!" The strix squeezed Needle's hand, hoping she wasn't worried too much about the flash.

Inside the booth was roomy for the both of them and there was a square screen for them to focus on. "I'll hit the button when you are ready..." And with a nod he pressed it in.

"Three... Twoo... One.." The strix cheesed at the screen, grabbing Needle around the waist in a firm hug, tucking her under his chin for the photo.

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Character name 1: Ulmuka
Character 1 reference links: HEE!
Character name 2: Needle
Character 2 reference links: Dress? | Fancy Needle
Notes on Pose: Muka is behind her, hugging her waist and GRINNING BIG. Needle should be smiling gently (no wide grins for her, surprised maybe or shy?) and tilting her head up against his chin slightly.
Anything else?:Please remember Muka's tiny beard!

(( Entering late like a boss ))

Jaaaaack, his feet already hurt and they had only just hit the prom. Not to say the zomboil had been impatient - if anything, their belated arrival would obtain less notice - but the more they spent time fussing over their outfits, the more jittery he became. Well, at least it was an excited sort of jittery.

After their pre-prom planning from before, it really didn't take Mort long to get his stuff together: a Victorian-styled frock coat, spats, and a small cloak that came over one shoulder - Bells wouldn't settle for his suggest for something simple and insisted not to worry about a spending limit. Really the only issue that had bugged him was the fight between mask and glasses. The best way he resolved was to cut extra large holes and trim a few other bits to allow the legs safe passage over his ears without distending themselves, which . . . looked a little funny, but whatever. At least he could see. Maybe Ramona was right, he should look into those "contact lens" things . . .

He winced as they entered the room area, keeping to the wall and away from the loud music even as it threatened to draw him in; damned zombie instincts. "Photo first, yes?" he asked, keeping ahold of her hand as they skirted along towards the photo booth and the small line that formed there. "W-Would hate, ah, to make waste of efforts."

Being among so many people should have made Mort feel comfortable, but honestly the pressing bodies, heat, loud music, and lights just made him very antsy - on top of the whole "first social outing ever" bats he had flying about in his stomach.

((Entering late is cool, yo))

Late, late, latelatelate laaaateeeeeee!

It was a mantra the witch started and didn't stop until she and Mort crossed the threshold in all their prom glory. Which, when being honest with herself, was quite a glory, indeed. Quite a lot of time and planning and seeds (and a small bit of blood when she pricked her fingers) had gone into their outfits, but Jackdamn did they look good.
What with Mort in his Victorian-ness, Belladonna certainly couldn't be outdone. A corset of the same material as Mort's coat made up the top of her dress (and accentuated her most abundant of assets), where the bottom cascaded into a shimmering poof of gauzy fabric layered many, many times on top of the other just at the start of her hips and ended gently against the floor. Black, over-the-elbow gloves and a matching choker complimented the blue color of her dress and she wore her hair piled into tiny ringlets on the top of her head. A small, black crown jeweled with blue stones worn at the base of her curly bouffant and a black mask interworked with the same jewels completed the outfit. With her heels and high hair, Belladonna's full height reached the bottom of Mort's chin. She was proud of herself!

"YES! Photo first... Wouldn't want my hair to fall..." She fretted as she hustled after him to the line for the photo booth. They had time, so she wrapped her arms around his and beamed. "If the music gets too loud or there are too many people, let me know and we'll step outside! But oooh! This is such fun!"
So they had been late, no big deal. They were here now and that's what counted! Plus they looked fabulous, so that had to be worth something too.

((entering!))

Amphi looked nervous at first when they came up to the photo booth and then looked around as she noticed the line. Following the boil, tight on his arm, she slid up into the line with him before looking startled as he spoke,

"ah...." She flushed, looking at the ground. "I don't mind waiting Thanatos...." That being said, she looked around again...one quick look to the left, one quick look to the right and then she moved out of his grasp to come stand in front of him.

"We should boogie here!" She smiled as she used one of the terms she heard over the dance floor, Like a prayer came on and made the mermaid squeak. She loved this song. "In the midnight hour, I can feel your power...." She moved her hands to Thana's drawing them up so she could move there in the line.

As he forced his weight upon her she squeaked and stumbled, flailing her arms a bit and laughing as she tried to keep walking with him draped over her. She eventually stopped, giggling and brushing her lips against the boil's cheek. So silly, her Seiji. One more kiss was pressed against his cheek while he offered up a suggestion for a pose. What?! Seiji! Junko laughed. "Noooo~! Something...um..something cute? Something simple? You're not helpiiiing." She whined childishly, her lips stuck in that happy little smile. This was a nice change of pace after having to dance with Mac.

Buttface.

"Something nice to look back on~!"

Petro watched and observed the other couples have their picture taken, trying to get down the timing right. When it was his and Lattice's turn, he led the ghoul towards the booth and positioned himself near the back wall. He didn't want to end up covering her in the picture after all. While he hadn't gotten the timing down, he did spot the instructions and was relieved to find there was a counter.

"Gonna push a button, then 'm gonna count backwards to one, then there's gonna be a flash, y' ready?" he asked, waiting for her response, his hands no where near said button.

She followed Petro willingly as she paused only long enough for him to get positioned before she carefully stood a bit more toward the front, "Um, should we do anything special? Do any particular special pose or something?"

Lattice had a vague understanding of photographs.