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"Umm...yes and no?" Junko answered in reply to if Student Council was difficult. She shrugged. "It depends on the team you have around you. I'm always up for offering guidance if they want it, since we ourselves learned a lot. Riley and Christof seem to be running again though." She smiled. "Some of the time it was. I think the most stressful thing was planning prom but that was more the circumstances around it. Umm..our group planned and held a few events like Terror Warrior, Re--Scarentine's..Prom. Whatever you think the school needs...oooh dating?" She perked up at that. That was great to hear! She was so happy to know Bella was moving on. Junko had wondered..

A greeting got her attention and Junko turned to see Mort had arrived, flashing him a warm smile. "Hi, Mort! And yes, I am! I hear you're running for secretary this coming year. I wish you the best of luck!"

A familiar voice from behind made the witch whirl around, but what she noticed first, mostly because it was eye level, were the scarecones. Desuuuuuuuu~
Quickly her eyes shot up and Belladonna smiled at Mort in her most coy manner before she took the Desu Vomit.
"Thank you darling, its perfect!" The witch cooed as she reached up on tip toe to press a kiss to his cheek. Scarecone carefully balanced between fingers, Belladonna turned back to the group. She let the others chat amongst themselves as she tried to figure out a way to eat the scarecone with any sort of ladylike delicacy. It was rather... Difficult. Eventually she just turned away and nommed it quickly, though she found something at the bottom of the paper cone. With a pout she handed it to Mort, glad she hadn't been hungry enough to have accidentally swallowed it.
"This is Junko, by the way. An old friend of mine." The witch beamed at the ghoul, her heart about to burst with her gleefulness over the fact that they could, in fact, still be friends.

As for Yin, Belladonna placed a hand on her hip and waved the other hand at him.
"That's all that fashion has to be sometimes. Just putting together what looks best!" Here the witch sighed and smiled at him. "If you join, you could teach us about the kinds of clothing your ancestors and kin wear! Its so interesting, I'm sure you'd have a lot to teach us yet!"
Ah yes, come closer little mantis. Just a bit more, you were already in the witch's claws, all you needed to do was fold your wings and stay. She'd trap you yet, you pretty little thing you!
In that moment, Belladonna almost cackled. Thankfully, she only smiled at him, though she did bounce on her toes a little.

"The clothing my ancestors wore?" He actually sounded slightly interested now. He did not know that much, but if he saw something similar he would know what those of his Clan wore, and he could probably explain a few things.

But wait. He looked at her suspiciously. "How many boils are in this club?" Because so far only ghouls had been trying to get him to join.

[ohai I was devoured by school for a bit 8D;;]

Lizzy beamed when Junko rejoined the club, looking delighted that FFF was growing, even if it was just a little. She knew who Alex was, but not his relationship with Yin; the term 'bonded' made her think all sorts of things thought... And a minority of these things should not be mentioned due to this being a PG-13 site. The way they talked about it almost made it sound like a break-up of some sort though...

There seemed to be an awful lot of those lately... It worried her.

Mort's appearance, however, caused her to perk up again; she wanted to enjoy Fright Night as much as she could, so there was no time to feel down! When he handed Belladonna a snowcone, Lizzy giggled, waggling her eyebrows at the witch; her expression said it all - she was both excited and happy for her friend, to have found someone who was friendly to others, and loving towards her.

"Good luck, Mort!" Her smile widened, "It's also nice to finally meet the boil that Belladonna had been telling me about!" Talking over a forum, and breaking into Red's old office did not count as "meetings".

When Sal referred to her as a critic, Lizzy pouted, puffing out her cheeks; although the horseman's design wasn't as bad as some of the things they had pulled out of the interweb, it was still something that she wouldn't wear... And Junko had agreed with her! However, she decided not to retort, partially because he seemed fascinated with her soulmate - and she had to admit that she has a most fascinating soulmate.

In fact, she felt a little proud, even if she wasn't sure why.

Freya sidled away from her weird combo of clothing, and moved to answer the questions that the owner of the booth laid out for people. She loved talking about herself, and didn't seem to have a problem simply blurting out the answers to Belladonna.

"Hay, friend!" She chirped out brightly. "My names is Freya, and I has questions to answers, okay? So. My favorite colors is blues and blacks. I likes to wears skirts, leetle skirts, yeh knows? And uhh, this petticoats, I thinks yeh means teh frilly things that goes under yehr skirts, likes the undergarments, ja? Yeh wears them teh looks fluffy. I don't has any of those. I thinks I likes teh wears my skirts flatter, makes me looks thin. I likes yehr outfits though! Very pretty!"

That was way more than the questions required of her. But once she started.. it was hard to stop.

Petro wasn't completely at ease with the Horseman around, but apart from his tone, the horse monster saw no reason to be completely on guard. That is until the bubbly witch waved a sheet of paper in his face. Apparently it was a sign up sheet to join the club? Brown eyes darted from paper to his "outfit" and then back. He had to politely decline as he severely doubted he'd be able to replicate this sort of style.

When it seemed the others present began to congregate to talk amongst themselves, Petro took this opportunity to quietly slip away and head back to Fitness.

It seemed Junko had won a new friend. Or something. She wasn't quite sure what just happened. One minute she was being sociable with Bella and Mort and Lizzy and everyone else who arrived, and the next she was being accosted by an overly interested pile of laundry. She turned her head enough to watch Sal shake er..'hands' with The Mistress, blinking a bit. This scene was a bit familiar though at least she and The Mistress were on better terms this time around. Junko wore a tiny, fond smile and turned her head to face away from Sal, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. The questions were very familiar as well, though this time they were more excited than calmly intrigued. "I am The Mistress and I am to always be referred to as such. Nothing less. Though Junko's mother is amazing, she is The Empress." The Mistress sighed dreamily, a second section of hair lifting and curling to press against the side of Junko's head close to Her mouth like one would do when holding their own cheek. "Yes, I do control her hair--"

"Ah! But..I can do it on my own now, too!" Junko interjected excitedly. She was proud that she could do it now. "And sometimes if I feel an emotion strong enough my hair will just react to that, too. It can get a little annoying...though not as much as having someone able to communicate your thoughts when you don't want them shared." Junko turned fully then. She was the one in control here and she wasn't going to let The Mistress overshadow her as she once had. Nope. Not again. She was not just her second mouth's puppet. Luckily her hair was long enough that Sal didn't lose the bit that he was playing with. In fact Junko lifted some of her hair over her shoulders so that if he wanted to continue playing with it he was more than free to. "She does eat. Constantly. Feeding Her used to be the only way I could get Her to cooperate with me, now I just tie my hair back and cover Her up with it. I'm not sure where the food goes? I never feel like I've been fed when I feed Her but my head doesn't get fat." She shrugged. "We do share a brain but...somehow She still has Her own thoughts and opinions while able to know mine? She often shares them when I would rather She didn't." Mort got Sal's attention and she seemed to shrink a bit, the pride and confidence she was feeling from telling someone about herself hiding behind the curtain of long hair. It was mostly embarrassment now. How long had she been rambling? Oh Jack. That was embarrassing. They were supposed to be talking about clothes not her.

Wait he sounded so..distracted. Junko blinked, tilting her head to one side. Was he okay? "It is quite the scarf you have.."