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When West attempted to hide the wave the witch off-handedly gave, she realized at that moment that what she had mistaken for a true love affair was something that had yet to fully bloom. So with a quick, yet efficient tug, Belladonna released West's arm and properly held both her hands modestly in front of her.
"She looks angry..." She remarked softly, concern growing more every moment and doubled when West expressed doubt over his and the mysterious girl's relationship. But before she could remark any more about that, West spoke of the unfortunate things and Belladonna quickly turned her attention to that.

"Yes, well. I do not doubt your fighting skills. Though I have never seen your wrath first hand," She slipped in a sly smile, "I am sure it is something fierce and terrible. And should the humans attack again, I call being on your team." She offered him a conspiratorial wink before she patted him as friendly as possible on the shoulder. "Now go on. Make goo-goo eyes at that girl so she'll stop glaring at us." Though she wanted to, Belladonna kept herself from adding that she was certain West's not-yet-ghoul was very pleasant, but the witch knew he was in a rush to get back.
"If you ever have a free day, do hang out with me some!" One last smile was given to the demon before she released a tiny sigh and turned back to the room and its crowd. Well. The metaphorical ice had been broken and the rest of the evening could begin.

Now. Who would she talk to next??

Calder dropped the hair he was holding up and placed both hands on the side of Barth's head. "No. Nononono. I like your hair. Don't hurt your hair. It's messy enough!" He then noticed that Barth was joking, and then he pressed his forehead against his. "We don't both need to look like a mess. Let me make you look good." Warm hands moved through Barth's hair.

Being this close, the cold feeling he had in his chest was warmed once more, and he nuzzled against his cheek. "I like the bedhead you get when you wake up anyways. You can't get that when you have no hair left." A soft kiss against his cheek. I almost lost him, didn't I?

"Maybe I can find a hat?"

Shehk moved to pull open the door to step inside of the auditorium again.

"I thought it did too. I just...iunno... would be a shame to not at least take advantage of the things we've set up for everybody a bit ourselves." she nodded, as though trying to justify away why she wanted a picture with Jericho of all people. Even she couldn't explain it, really.

He felt like he had almost lost Calder too, in a way. He was ashamed he had forgotten even for a moment how dangerous campus and events like these were. He had been thinking of last Scarentines, where the only worries were being pulled into too many dances.

It was a relief to have Calder close again. Comfortable. Eddies of desire stirred and mingled with the need to sleep. However the hair had been cut, it still smelled vaguely of river water, and was softer than almost any fabric Barth could think of. Softer than the muddy, mossy banks... He rested against him, adding kisses of his own and wondering if maybe they shouldn't go back to his room. All-considered, he'd rather be in bed.

Events like this were important to Calder, though. Calder would want to go out again, even if he kept glancing nervously at the bathroom mirrors.

Barth very slowly unclipped the rose from his throat, holding it in the small distance between them.

"Would this help? Although I know you've err...you've just gotten them out."

"Of course, mia cara - I brought Luce with me, but I can either drop her off or she can accompany us. Whichever you prefer." Malodore opened its beak in a relieved smile.

Then it ducked its head and buried its mask against her shoulder for a moment. "I knew you would be well," it murmured. "I knew... because you didn't take it off. That's how I knew."

No Luce. Riley's eyes dropped again, tugging nervously on it's cravat. Not this time.

There was a moment of awkward silence, and then she cleared her proverbial throat, and pulled away, pulling Malodore off of the door. Outside. We should go outside now. Her skin had flushed a healthy shade of black, and the room had suddenly gotten too warm to be comfortable. Return to the party. Come on. She opened the door, and tugged Malodore out of the bathroom before she decided to lock them inside, instead.

"Va bene. I will drop her off before we go, then - are you all right, mia cara?"

And then Malodore was being dragged about, back into the light and color of the party. "Ah... buona sera?" it managed, responding to the sudden curious looks from nearby innocent bystanders. One of whom rushed into the bathroom at once, giving them dirty looks. Oh well. "What shall we do now, mia cara? Food, perhaps? Cool water, to soothe?"

It meant to soothe the itching, of course. Naturalmente.