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Petro had only seen a few photographs, and they were either extremely formal and had a commanding air about the subjects in said photos, or they were candid shots of people making funny faces or were (pardon the pun) horsing around. He rubbed his chin in thought, he didn't mind either form really. "Only know two styles, pormal 's serious'n authoritative, or kwela 's wacky'n silly. 'M good with either'v 'em 'n don't mind my folks seeing us either way."

"We should..do what suits us best, Petro," she smiled lightly up at him and then paused, "but I do think that perhaps it would be fun if we did something silly. We do not do silly things often together." There was a small air of mischief to her voice.

She held up her hand like he told her to and then made a small grin at forward as she felt Petro near her, the warmth of his cheek pressed against her own was quite nice but as the camera flashed there was a sudden sense of fear and dread that took over her making her almost want to recoil and perhaps even scream.

With a great deal of effort she bit it back and things went down fairly well...

..Except now Lattice felt a bit on edge.

...Oh well?

"I..I hope it turns out well," she murmured relaxing out of the pose.

Petro's hand remained on Lattice's shoulder as he led her out of the booth, "'M sure it'll turn out great. Dunno if these photos are printed in ink, maybe I can ask someone back home to make an ink version of it."

At Needle's question, Petro glanced from the Strix, to the Strix's date, to Petro's own date, and then back to the Strix. The song currently playing made little sense to the tikbalang, but the odd, warbling sort of roar the singer was making sent currents along his legs. "How's about all four'v us dance together?"

"... Here?" He echoed, one eyebrow raised even if the expression was lost under his mask, not that he had much time to protest as the mermaid took his hands, and started to move them to the beat. It wasn't what he was used to, but it was definitely something he could accept. With a light chuckle, he played along, moving in tune with the song - and Amphi - until the song ended... And the photobooth once again was empty.

"Now then," He grinned, taking one hand back before holding up their linked hand, and prompting his dance partner to do a spin, even if it didn't quite fit the current song - Call Me Maybe, "Shall we?" Still holding onto her hand - since she didn't seem to mind - he led her towards the booth, pausing right outside before letting her hand go.

"Ladies first," He grinned, one hand extended out to gesture at the spot in front of the camera.

[Harry is Amphi ok I mean, look at those moves]

I'wanna talk'bout us.

No no no no no no no no nonononononononononono... aw. Happies gone. Mostly.

West tried to pull away when Levi dropped his hand, but she moved quickly to claim his arm. There was no escape. In his limited experience, when a ghoul wanted to talk about "us," the outcome was never good.

He took the lead, very nearly dragging her across the room toward the photo booth, his eyes wider than usual and slightly frantic. There were several other couples in the area, but the demon maneuvered as far away from them as he could, ducking close to one of the curtained walls as he gently pried her fingers away from his coat.

"Okay. Us," he began, swallowing as he clenched his teeth. "Whatta 'bout us?" He resisted the urge to add what did I do? at the last second, shoving his hands into his pockets and curling in on himself slightly instead.

His mood had changed significantly. Baffled, Levi rose a brow and hissed lightly when West began stomping his way, with her attached, over to the photo booth.Hissssss~ could'a ripped somethin', West. Warnin' might be good next time! Smoothing out the dress, the tatzel showed her usual distaste for damaging pricey good. He'd know; he was with her when she got it. It would be a shame to rip at such a costly garment. Something West bought for her that Levi did not want to have destroyed like the first. Again- by him.

Once they were under the secrecy of the curtained wall, West unhooked her hand and became something like a pouty scarling. Guess this'is a good'a place as any. Sighing at West's current mood, the ghoul moved in as close as she could while beginning. I'think we'll...

The white-haired ghoul turned so her back was to West. If she faced him again, at prom, alone and this closely, she wouldn't be able to leave without someone finding them again. Levi leaned back on West, allowing herself to depend on him for balance. ...we'll be fine. Lizzy wouldn't say nothin'. She's a ghoul ya'can put yer silver'on. So, we're alright. Don't gotta be actin' funny 'er nothin'. See? Nothin'ere but'us.

She paused before continuing.

N'anythin' 're any critter messin' 'round otherwise. Weeellll... The tatzel's tone got a bit rougher. That's somethin' easily takin' care'a.

In any other case of a ghoul being told she did something incorrectly by her boilfriend, the resulting reaction likely would have included a pout, sads or tears. In the case of Levi, her first reaction was to correct him right back. Well now, what's wrong 'bout it? Ain't that what we'did?! What'else am I'supposed ta call us? Nervous? Why would he feel nervous about her choice in term? Levi just couldn't grasp why he had a problem with it. The more she thought, the longer she just leaned there until West broke her concentration.

Yea, I'm sure if'I had to ask, Lizzy'd be fine with keepin' things quiet fer us. But probably dun'even need'to. Good head on'er shoulders. Levi wanted to make certain West wouldn't have any reason to fret over Lizzy's knowing. If she told her date to keep silent, he'd do it too, she figured. The tatzel had never met him before, but she knew Lizzy had a boilfriend; he'd keep quiet to make her happy. It occurred to Levi then that West was fretting over the same thing she was in the matter of being found out. They were both individuals who hardly hug as much as they fought. Levi had believed it was weird for her to act so, by her definition, ghoulie. She understood that West didn't want to look like this to anyone either.

West's apology would yield a quiet purring due to his ruffling the fur at her shoulder. It was either the fact that his words made her face rosy or his breath. It could have been the combination that kept it going until she spoke in an soft even tone. West, if'I didn't know better, I'd say ya'll were complimentin' me 'gain. How does he do it? Levi's faults and worries all fell to the winds when West did the smallest of gestures. His tail finally curling to hers earlier when they kissed, the finger tips as they danced, his hand currently at her hips... the tatzel ghoul had to wonder if wrath demons all had this sort of talent or if it was just her West.

Her full understanding of his words, however, caused her to shift so that her head laid on his shoulder and she could look back towards him. A confused expression lay on her face. But yew gotta' good eye, m'boil. Why wouldn't anybody ask yew 'bout it? She'd depended on his city boil fashion sense to get the dress- why wouldn't he be the best person to ask about whether or not the dress looked proper?