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Well that certainly caught Lou's attention. His brows raised as his head turned towards Amphi. Naughty? How? Not quite something the boil ever expected to hear from her mouth.

When she tugged, Lou followed without resistance, and practically bumped into her when she abruptly halted. What did he want to do? Lou puzzled over this sudden change in direction, considering he only left his room because she insisted.

The vampire was quiet for what seemed like years, the gears turning in his malfunctioning brain as he stared at her.

Lou supposed he finally understood the vulgar brilliance of lies now. Frankly, he didn't want to do anything. He wanted to crawl into a hole like some kind of larva and sleep for centuries until he finally became something. Until once again, all the problems were gone and good times were there to stay. What would that leave her, though? It wasn't hard to deduce that he did, in fact, care about what she wanted. That's why he was here.

Maybe nothing was only half-correct. His hand rested on her shoulder. "I want to do whatever will make you the happiest." She was, after all, the bird that had pulled the larva out of it's little hiding place. It was his duty to sustain her.

Mot left her alone. With Hel. That traitor!

The patchwork even extended a hand to try and stop him, but no words came out; at least, not the ones she intended. A rather unladylike sputter left her at Hel's rather loud declaration, followed by a long moment of stunned silence as she stared wide-eyed at the Reaper. Her lifted arm twitched, fngers curling as she didn't quite know what else to do.

"Y-you ARE NOT!" She cried out, horrified, mortified and completely caught off guard. Then she pointed at Hel, and took two very obvious steps back. "You can't just decide that! What if I already have a date?!"

Xavier wilted slightly.

"Yes, er, well, it's, er, normal...ish," he said helplessly and not entirely helpfully watching as yet another feather made its way from his hair and landed on one of the ghoul's feet. "I seem to, er, be having a problem lately with keeping them...where they're supposed to be..."

He trailed off, flustered, and then blurted out abruptly, "What's your name?" before realizing that he had actually just initiated a part of a conversation. His shoulders drooped a little.

Hel wasn’t surprised Amrita was frustrated. The ghoul knew she wasn’t exactly…hrm…fond of her, she supposed…but yet that didn’t stop her from trying. Hel was a glutton for punishment, and once she had her mind set on something, it was going to be done. Plus, Hel really did think Amrita deserved…the effort of someone trying. She really did…

“That is alright!” Hel insisted with a grin. “I can cater to your pace, because that is what a good date does!” The reaper felt pretty qualified, especially after all the chick flicks she watched with Nina. The ghoul kept grinning. “But Amrita, if you are not my date…then I will not have one!”

Trisha Didn't know where these mini pets were, but she found them when she went crashing through the crowd. perhaps it was just a 6th since, but more likely it was just the sounds of minis playing with each other.

"So cute!" She stares at Death charm. It was a little on fire, but that was ok. The only other pet in the area was... questionable.

"Why are there not very many?"

“What!? I do not guilt trip!” That was a lie. “It is true! I will not have a date if you are not my date! Besides, I did not forget what I said to you at the sleep over, that I would be your date for Scarentines! I always carry through with what I say I am going to do!” Hel had been scowling prior, though her postured relaxed and her lips quirked back up.

One hand left her hip to slide along the left lapel of her borrowed dress shirt, in a nonchalant gesture, and she pulled back the material a bit to reveal the heart-shaped scar on her chest. She lightly tapped the scarred tissue.

“I did not forget…did you?” She asked sweetly.

As Amrita was busy chatting with Mot and Hel, there was a looming shadow on the edges of their vision. The Igor watched intently, wary to approach, but still in the best suit he still owned from previous dances, patched and adjusted slightly to at least try to make them seem new- this time with bits of black leather stitched into the coat where he could fit the patches.

Mot had taken his leave, but now Hel had swept in.

It was not polite to interrupt. Lurk properly. Stay out of eyesight until summoned. He breathed in deep, trying to shake the usual Igorisms that defended him against most terrifying social instances, and crept forward until he loomed behind Amrita awkwardly.