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"I dunno," West admitted. He surprisingly failed to jump at Holly's snarkbait, honestly wondering where Tset had gotten to. She had been here a moment ago. Then again, he hadn't been a very good date, to be completely honest. He looked up at Alwine as she approached and smirked slightly at her applause. "No, it wasn't. Wasprety stupid. But'm never doin'it again, so t's'fine f'once, I guess." Plus if anyone ever brought up this night in the future, he planned on making them forget it. West glanced around, looking for the boil who'd won the headless ghoul. "Where's th'kid from the auction?"

Finally. ******** he'd finished moving into his new dorm. That had been an absolute chore and a half, and after nearly a week solid of unpacking and setting up the Jikininki was itching to get away from his room and out on the campus. The cafeteria specifically, considering there was a Scarentine party going on there. His decision quite possibly colored by the hopes of running into a certain futakuchi-onna. There'd been not so subtle hinting going between them on groanspring about him taking her, but circumstances had not been in his favor, until now.

So Seiji would be late, and hopefully Junko wouldn't be upset with him. Hopefully. Vaguely he had to wonder why he cared so very much if a person he hadn't even met yet was mad at him, but for some reason he did. It was a slightly bothersome thought, but he tried very hard not to dwell on it.

Before leaving his dorm he'd changed from his usual punkish attire into something considerably more formal. A nice pair of black slacks layered over with a long, button down red dress shirt. The sleeve of his left arm rolled up above the elbow leaving the gangrenous black of his forearm and clawed hand bare, save for the bandages. A pair of only slightly scuffed black shoes and his usual belted choker finished off the look, along with the glitter of silver at his ears. He didn't touch his hair, so it was his usual tousled, bed-head look.

Pushing open the doors to the cafeteria the ghost paused just beyond them, red on black eyes taken in the crowd and picking up.. very little familiar faces. True, he'd seen most of their pictures on groanspring, but he hadn't really talked to more then a tiny handful. There was Junko of course, and Bul..

"Hey Bul!" The monster boil was with a pretty ghoul with long red hair that sort of recalled, but wasn't exactly sure why.

The futakuchi-onna was yet to be spotted, but he was positive she was there, somewhere.. probably. Oh jack, she had better be, or he'd gotten dressed up for nothing.

In his bid to catch Unstabul's attention the boil didn't immediately notice the ghoul walking up to him, though once he did he certainly wished he'd been paying a lot better attention. Smile slipping, he blinked down at the dark haired girl as she spoke his name, mildly startled and perhaps feeling a touch sheepish due to that fact. "Yes." He answered bluntly, at first, before recognition forced it's way through his brain and kicked him in a**. The almost frown warmed at once as an easy grin slide to replace it, showing of pointed teeth. "Junko."

Hooking his thumbs within his pockets, he took on as casual stance as he could manage in such dressy clothing and took a moment to admire her dress, her hair, her legs. Oh jack was he happy she had nice legs. He'd thought she was pretty before, but with the legs.. His grin turned up a notch, brows twitching upward as lids fell lazily, making him look either incredibly silly, or terribly smug.

From her groanspring he knew she liked sewing, and routinely sewed her own clothing. He had to assume this one was no different. "I like the dress." He gave it another appreciative once over that may have been a cover for sneaking a second peek at her legs, then settled his gaze on her face. She was even prettier in person. "You look beautiful."

Luckily for Jericho, Amrita wasn't paying attention when he said that sometimes fire couldn't be controlled. That was the perfect thing to say to make her start to panic....but as it were, nothing happened. Her attention was on the stage as Israfel made his way back up there, wincing when he started to sing, but still keeping her smile; either her ears were worse than anyone thought, or she had mostly gotten used to his special brand of singing over time. It was hard to tell, really. When the siren finished, she clapped for him.

She did hear Lizzy suggest getting on stage because most of her friends already had, and the suggestion was met with a terrified wide stare.

"N-no! I'm...I'm not a singer! No singing, please." The little Vetala was whimpering, staring over at Lizzy's puppydog face. Soon, poor Jericho was met with a similar, pleading stare.

"D-don't make me go!" Why she was asking this of Jericho was beyond anyone.

Another lip tingling kiss was shared with her nergal before she gave him another fond pat on the chest, smoothing his vest again before turning to scan the room for her friends. She had intended to go over to Junko for a bit, feeling a smidgen guilty for having not properly greeted her best friend yet, but noticed with some surprise that she was currently talking with a boil. Was he the one from graonspring the futakuchi-onna had mentioned? She'd only glanced at the boils picture a time or two, but it did look like him. Well good, Yaya was glad he'd made it after all.

That did leave djinn with a bit of free time though, and she wasn't about to spend that time on her own. Sparing a glance back to her dates, she smiled, grinning a little foolishly, and made her way over to the table that West had so recently taken a seat at.

"Well you clean up nice." She smiled at the avarice demon as she neared, resting a hand lightly on one tanned hip as it jutted to the side. She had to give the boil credit, he'd taken a rather odd turn of events and handled them exceptionally well. Tset seemed to be having fun, and the two looked quite handsome in their formal wear. "Come dance with me West, please?" Stepping forward, she bent and took his uninjured hand, tugging on him gently.

"Seems like you're doing quite a bit of research for a party." He bantered back, teasing the other a bit. With a toss of blond hair, the nergal then held out his human hand to the other. "It seems that my ghoul has abandoned me in order to antagonize our dear Westus...so...care to dance? That is what half this gala is about, after all." And Sharra had, if naught else, proven that he could indeed dance the night away during the competition...he'd certainly shown up a few of the other contenders, if naught else, though the effect it had had on Yaya had been utterly wondrous. Mmm. He'd have to remember that for future situations, as he was sure there would be a plethora of those...'situations'.

Oh good! It was him! Junko's smile grew and her hands moved to clap together under her chin, the excitement clear on her face. He made it! He really made it! Ohhhh this just totally made her night! And he remembered her! That made up for Sammy forgetting how they met, oh yes it did. O-oh wow, he had a nice grin. But she'd been grinned at before! Why was this one making her blush and giggle? Hmm...maybe it was because Seiji was supposed to be her date! Junko nearly gasped when she remembered that, completely distracted from him checking her out. He was her date! Oh! And she had a present for him! She'd kept it on her because she'd intended on visiting him after the party if he didn't make it, and it'd be silly to pass the ghost dorms when she wanted to be at the dorms!

Junko was brought back to reality by the compliment on her outfit, giggling and giving him a tiny little curtsy. "Thank you! This is the first time I've ever wo--I-I what?" She blushed and nearly stumbled in her sandal. H-he thought she was beautiful! Haha! Wow! Um...o-okay. Um...oh! She needed to give a compliment back! Junko looked him up and down for a moment, looking thoroughly impressed by what she saw. He looked really good! Even if that one sleeve was pushed up, she figured it might be hard to wear sleeves with a claw like that. How nice though! He looked...

He looked really good. Wow! Um. Wow. He looked really good. Junko blushed a bit more and smiled. "Thank you, Seiji. You look...ah..really nice." D'oh! That was lame! He said she was beautiful and all she could get out was 'oh you look really nice'?! Junko blinked. "Handsome! I mean, you look really handsome. Really handsome." Gah! Now she was rambling. If The Mistress hadn't been bribed She'd be cackling at Junko's expense, so for now She settled on chuckling quietly. "I'm really glad you were able to make it after all!" Junko spoke over Her, though she meant what she was saying.