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 Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:00 pm
"I - oh dear." Siddie let go of Sammy's arm and gave her a gentle push. "I don't know her well enough. Sammy, go after her."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:00 pm
Dark fingers graced the shoulder of the lightning dragon, sliding along towards his throat before gliding down his chest as the djinn leaned against his back between leathery wings. "Oh, is that so, Aksaja?" Her voice wasn't exactly dangerous, but there was a hint to it that suggested the boil in her arms tread lightly. They had shared in the past, and there was chance for it again in the future, but it was never without discussion. There were rules for this sort of thing. Rules that had been rather more strict since their return from the island. Blue eyes twitched up from the dragon boil's cheek to gaze upon her date across from them. "I'm not interrupting, am I, my love?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:00 pm
Roch watched her for for a brief second before giving in far too easily and rushing to join the group. It was as if the song DEMANDED it, after all. 
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:01 pm
"Uh!" Taryn turned, tilting her head at the horned boil. That was kind of a weird request, wasn't it? She looked around them, as if he could possibly be talking to someone else. Well then! She awkwardly dipped the ladle in again and poured the boil his own cup. "There you go."
It was good to meet new people, she reminded herself. Even if it meant... pouring them juice.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:02 pm
Mot decided enough was enough. He had his fun, and Lizzy looked lie her eyes were about to bust open. He laughed at himself, rubbing his neck and walked over the the spider demoness. "I got carried away~." He said with a chuckle.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:03 pm
Oh where they hip thrusting now? Seiji could dig it. Falling in line beside Bul, the Ghost holded his arms behind his head, leaned back on his heels, and rolled his hips in rhythmic thrusts. Awww yeah~
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:03 pm
Oh no...no, no no. No! This wasn't what Junko wanted when she came over to talk to Shehk! It wasn't at all what she had expected or desired! She just wanted to talk to her! She didn't want to make her cry! "Shehk--" Was she..sobbing? Oh no! Junko pursed her lips, trying to give Shehk another hug until she suddenly proclaimed she wanted to leave, got up and flipped her chair over. The ghoul squeaked and nearly fell out of her own chair trying to avoid being hit, fumbling out of it instead of allowing herself to fall on her butt. Shehk was losing it. She'd at least been...'okay' before.
"Shehk! We just...I can't believe he doesn't actually--wait, Shehk! Come back!" If not to stay then to at least get her shoes! Junko picked up the abandoned shoes, frowning down at them. She didn't even get to ask her why she'd kissed Christof if she was still heartbroken over Nuk. A glance was cast back toward Nuk was approaching the DJ booth and speaking to Aislin and Cady, then to Sammy and Siddie. She felt horrible. She shouldn't have come over here. If she hadn't come over here Shehk might have at least tried to make it through the rest of the night. She might have been able to talk to Christof and get comfort from her date. She wouldn't have flipped a chair and run off out of prom sobbing and angry.
Junko felt awful.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to um..." Junko ran away, not paying any attention to where she was going until she collided with a hip-thrusting boil.
What in Halloween were they doing?! She blushed hotly and backed away from the hip thrusting congo line, bumping into Nuk while he was talking to Aislin. Junko paused a moment, pursing her lips before she threw her arms tightly around him, burying her face into his chest. One of Shehk's shoes may or may not have swung around to smack him in the back of the head before they fell from Junko's hand. "I'msorryI'msorrypleasedon'tbemadI'msorry...ah..oh..h-hi, Aislin." Junko peeked around one of her arms at the banshee ghoul, noticing she was clinging to Nuk. The sight made her stomach twist with disapproval, holding him tighter and almost refusing to let go. It was both her subconscious attempt to cockblock...and, well, the ghoul really did need a hug.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:04 pm
"Only a bit? Ssssurely you wouldn't want to wassste an outfit like that by ssstaying for only a ssshort a time?" She leaned in toward him conspiratorially as she continued, "Besssidesss, the fessstivitiesss sssimply wouldn't be the sssame if a handsssome boil dissspeared ssso early."She swayed back and forth a bit, both due to the infectious music and to cover her nervousness after being so bold, the scales of her dress and the other bits and bobs of adornment glittering in the flashing lights and intervening shadows. "I don't ssssuppossse you would like to danccce?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:06 pm
He was just going to IGNORE the glowing bug on the other's arm. That was far too eerie to be comfortable with. "Er...Maybe it's a ghoul thing." He mused, still smiling as the other gestured towards the 'dancers', though Sharra could hardly call that a dance. Goodness, though it seemed the boils were enjoying themselves...perhaps it was akin to some sort of manly display of prowess, though in truth it seemed that they were all just being silly and quite enjoying themselves whilst doing so. Not that he cared to join, the nergal hardly thought his aunties would approve...
...that wasn't a good argument, considering some of his other more extracurricular behaviors, but he was damn well going to make use of it in this instance.
As Aksaja continued, not at all subtlety hitting on the nergal, Sharra ran claws through dirty blond hair and shook his head. "Thanks for the offer, but...I think I can handle it." There was a bit of a wink at that, gaze then momentarily distracted as he scanned the crowd for his ghoulfriend again....only to see her approaching, interjecting on the conversation with a rather sultry not-quite warning.
"Not at all." He murmured to the djinn, watching as she enforced the fact that her implied word was law upon their draconic friend. "In fact, I was looking for you...seems like this dance is getting rather lively." There was a bit of a nod to the manic epidemic of pelvic thrusting. Perhaps there was indeed such a thing as too much in this instance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:08 pm
Riley lost track of Calder as soon as he started to walk the line of hip thrusting boils. She stopped moving, and shifted awkwardly as she waited for his return - or his eventual abandonment, much like Mot did.
Calder managed to return, however, and she felt the pressure of his last move as he used her to stay up. Her head tilted slightly, and she put her hand on his shoulder to keep a grips on where he was.
Did you just run off and dance like a peacock? The dance stage was thumping again.. as if perhaps a few too many people were bouncing violently on it. She could feel the vibrations beneath her feet.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:08 pm
Well....Levi said it couldn't hurt though Mitsu wasn't entirely sure. Things she often didn't expect to hurt often did. Looking to the reaper that had brought her, Mitsu's eyes looked a little nervous. He said he could do it too, that it wasn't hard, Mitsu wanted to ask him to join her...but he said he didn't like to dance. This was a dance right?
Trying her best to brave up because she didn't want to do it alone (lol real brave) Mitsu looked at Shun sheepishly. "Will you....umm...try it with me?" he worst he could say was no right?
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:09 pm
Well, even if he didn't know about what to do with the corsage, Tsetsiliya still appreciated all the effort. She slipped the corsage he had given her onto her wrist and leaned it towards Colette with a smile. Then when Petro offered to take the ghouls inside, she nodded and placed her hand in the crook of his arm.
The first thing that greeted her was the music, blasting in her ears much more loudly than it had been when a door had stood between them, with the bright decorations coming in at a close second.
The next thing she noticed, however, caused her face to redden considerably.
Such.. such insane dancing! How had this happened? Why was it happening? Tsetsiliya couldn't comprehend it and instead raised a shaking hand to cover her gaping mouth. The heat was practically radiating from her face, and only continued even more when their date (albeit politely) excused himself for a few moments to go join them.
She looked at Colette, giving her a confused half-shrug. Petro had excused himself, so it wasn't as though he had left them high and dry, but still.. well, she still felt very out of sorts. Yet she could not look away from what was happening on the dance floor.
Jack Almighty, what was going on?
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:09 pm
Mot would receive a really enthusiastic hug from Lizzy as he approached her, "You were great! You really know how to make a ghoul laugh." She paused briefly, her expression softening, "I really needed that... Thanks Mot~" Pushing down the brim of his hat, she then stood on tip toes and gently planted a kiss on his cheek, her face red.
5 seconds passed before her brain connected with her muscles, and an expression that screamed 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' was made.
She was drunk. Drunk on the LOL.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:09 pm
Barth looked at Taryn as if she had just saved his life. He accepted the cup, expression one of complete adoration. ...And then he realized he'd have to carry it. He looked all the way across the floor again.
Then he looked around to her date.
He very seriously considered asking if she was heading that-way-ish, but reconsidered that Lilith might not be happy if he came back with another ghoul in tow. ...Well, a ghoul that wasn't an avarice demon.
He settled on, "Thank you. ...Bartholomew Mudd. Barth, if you like. You've err, probably just kept me from getting the night cut short."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 8:10 pm
Tomoko had nearly passed Jove by when another survey around caused her to spot his familiar spectral form. Aha! There he was!
The kitsune stepped through the crowd carefully to approach him, shrieking as she nearly tripped over a chair somebody had flung over. Well, that was weird!! She stepped over it and approached the ghost boil.
"You left me!" she said, looking very sad with a delicate pout on her face, ears drooping "I told you I was going to come back!" she said, grabbing one of his hands, before turning to observe the ...
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Tomoko's face turned very pink at the interesting line of boils that was starting to form, one hand going up over her mouth, which formed a near perfect 'o'. Oh...oh dear!
She pondered covering her eyes..then covering Jove's eyes... then..
Oh dear!
"That's.."
BLUSH!!!
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