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Barnaby was still squinting (rudely) at the ghoul, so it took him a moment to respond.

"Suzu?" he repeated - the music was loud and made it difficult to hear, so he shuffled a few steps closer and leaned to try and catch what she had said. "Suzu is your name? Mine is Barnaby Dexter - the Third," he added with a note of pride in his voice. "I still have no idea what this school actually is, or what I'm doing here, but my dad thought it would be a good place to go."



Sparrow gave a little laugh, his face flushing with pleasure. "A high compliment from a lovely Vice President such as yourself," he said, beaming at her with obvious satisfaction. "I do hope you'll allow me the honor of requesting a dance later? I would very much like to dance with such a beautiful lady."

He gave her a sweeping bow in farewell, winked at her, and went off to find the refreshment table.

Alex was still, as always, completely oblivious of Hel's seething dislike for him that bordered on murderous intent by wishing tree. In all of his good natured, laid back happiness, it was often difficult for him to realize that anybody could hold any ill will towards others at all.

And so he just. Kept. Smiling.

"Thanks! Of course, you'll get an invitation. It's going to be huge!" He meant literally that there were going to be a ton of guests, because his horde family was massive, and he knew his mother would be inviting absolutely everyone. "So you'll come, right? You can make sure Sal remembers to show up!" All happiness and cheer, and when Mot arrived to steal Hel away for a dance, he just nodded.

"You two have fun. I should probably go and socialize." He gave them both a wave of skeletal fingers before turning and surveying the room at large. Yin looked like he was still fairly occupied, and Amrita seemed to be greeting everyone as they arrived....

He shuffled over towards her, jostling her with a small nudge of his elbow. "Everything turned out great! Even Mort's dolls look so happy~"

The sad part was, Alex, Hel didn’t even have a legitimate reason to dislike you…it was just a bunch of small things she wished she had that the zomboil had, and then the entire thing was blown out of proportion by Hel’s mind and over the top emotions.

But it was possible that Hel got a bit pale, a considerable feat since her skin was dark, upon hearing she would get an invitation to Alex’s wedding.

No.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Hel’s left eye twitched.

“Lovely.”

She managed to get out, and apparently that was also her non-comittal way of saying she’d attend…without really say she’d attend this celebration of unholy and unjust tyranny. Oh yeah…maybe she would attend, Alex…

Just to crash it.

Luckily, now, Mot was distracting her from further evil things, and she lifted a hand to place it within Mot’s.

“Ya.” She managed to get out, barely registering what Mot was asking her, but since it was Mot, and she inexplicably trusted him, she didn’t need to exactly hear it.

"How terrible, you at least enjoy food and music right?" Spinar laughed slightly and gave Shun a teasing look, testing the waters as he turned back to take in the approaching Rosy. The boil was a bit of a sourpuss but he was a little in the same boat. While he was looking for interaction he really wasn't his full party going self at the moment either. Tipping his chin towards Rosy he chuckled and pocketed his phone back.

"Is that so? Well I am talking to you." Spinar replied to the ghoul, tone hinting his amusement as he stuck his tongue out at her. "I've just been busy. Let's go see about those games hm?" Yes he did change the subject and for the reason of simply keeping his business his own. With a smirk towards Shun he offered the boil a parting piece of advice, "enjoy yourself a little hm? Why waste time getting out if not.." On a chuckle he took Rosy's hand on his side and pulled the ghoul back towards the games, knowing she would be willing to follow.



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Being in a light doze the jostle of someone next to him awoke him. Cracking an eye open Tavi yawned into the pillow he had previously been snuggling. When his blurry vision focused in on San the kitsune gave a sleepy giggle. "Yaaaay...you came..." He whispered, excitement building in his tone as his legs stirred to life.

After a shuffle or two the kitsune's leg was thrown over the larger boils and his eyes were slowly cracking open. "These pillows are great." Grinning widely Tavi scooted closer to San and ran a finger down the side of his fancy shirt. "You always look so cool, but hey-!" Turning his leg swung back off of San and he laid flat on his back. Pulling down the front of his purple shirt he beamed at other boil and waggled his brows, "look at it! It's super cool right? I made it. For my club.." At the last part he flashed his teeth into his smile, clearly proud. Releasing his shirt, Tavi pulled his hands up to rub a few circular motions over his lids trying to wake fully up.

“I do not need cheering up!” Hel cried, coming a bit more to her senses now that she was pulled away from the marriage talk…and Alex. “I am fine.” Uh huh. But also being challenged, and dancing, helped to take her mind elsewhere, and she snorted. “I never lose my edge.” She informed the boil, and after a few moments and noting Mot’s lead, she fell into the rhythm of the song that was playing. It was then she also let herself finally take note of the others who were also here so far…and she realized…

“Oh.” She made a face. “I did not get that ‘dress nice’ memo…” Still in just some lace up pants with dirt stains, her knee high steel toed boots, a tank top, and a lacey long sleeved shirt.

It seemed it didn't Tavi so long to wake up as the Rakshasa saw the petite kitsune yawning from his nap. A small smile cracked upon his lips from the sleepy excitement that was whispered out to him and he stayed silent in watching him. The pillows must be that comfortable to make him sleep so suddenly with the music playing loudly. He didn't mind that his legs were resting on him and the comment of his attire; although right now San feels that he looks like a fool in comparison to the others here.

His fiery hues looked at the shirt Tavi has made in explanation that it was for his club. A tilt of his head was seen and he nodded his head. "It looks very cool . . . I like it." It was a job well done with the design.With a chuckle, San slowly stood back up to his full height as he looked down at the petite kitsune and then to the rest of the students; looking a bit out of place here from the others. ". . . I've never been to a party like this before." He said, "What do you do at a New Year's party?" It never occurred to him what the other creeple do in celebration. For his family there really was nothing much as it was just the next year so he certainly feel the odd one out.