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"I kinda hoped that you would say that," Yuki replied with a soft laugh of his own.

He led the both of them past the dance floor and toward the other side of gymnasium, glimpsing the mirror that students were passing through to enter and leave. The ghost didn't look quite keen on approaching it. In fact, he might have looked a little unnerved by its presence.

"Just using the door is okay, I hope?"

[Exiting]

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Tanvir quietly watched Poke struggle with her costume, inwardly wondering why she bothered to wear something that was going to bother her all night. Ghouls suffered to look good, or so he'd heard, and apparently this event was no exception.

"I don't know how to dance," he said with a bit of a frown. Should he have learned? Probably. Well, he'd already failed to fill the role of prom date and the night had only just begun. Great job, Tanvir.

When his date suddenly left him standing near the door, he stared after her dumbly for a moment. It only took him a second to catch the aroma that she had, and while it was not as pungent a smell as he preferred the dragon was still eager to see what there was to eat.

So, he decided to follow Pokerus to the refreshment table.

Tanvir was very food oriented.

Li Shou made his debut in typical Li Shou fashion. His boots carried him quickly to the refreshment table, theme music humming in his head. His mother, ever vigilant for ways to spoil her child, had sent a costume for just such an occasion, with a plastic fencing sword to boot. Why she hadn't thought better than to give a nasty boil something potentially annoying was beyond any of their family at this point, but his father was sure they would hear all about it from the child's superiors.

The boil's multi-colored eyes set forth on examining each morsel meticulously to decide just what he wanted, focusing on the kabob's that were slightly... Blocked by an older... Feline? He sniffed. Yes. Feline. No problem. He would make quick work of this.

"HEY! OLD GUY!" Li Shou shouted, poking at Deacon's uncovered flesh with his plastic sword. "Move it! I want some of that!" And put on some clothes while you're at it. Jeez.

Watching the dragon first pick at the food, Poke wondered if it was something he wasn't fond of before he began to show more interest in it. To her, there weren't many foods that she would find distasteful, especially meat.

"A little bland huh? So you like spicy food?" Apparently she was not aware of the type of meat he preferred, the ghoul glancing at the table once more for something else he might be interested in. "What about this then?" She held up a slice of pie. She doubted there would be spice in it, but hey at least it had meat.

"Oh I think I'm good for now. I was just using it as a pass time. Deacon is it?" she filed that away for later recall. She let him eat though and took note to avoid the drinks.

"Though I might not mind a bite of yours." she leaned over, careful not to hit him with her horns and stole a bite of meat. It was rare that she ate meat, but it was good. Though she preferred the meat she was hanging on to.

"This is my first prom. Games sound fun."

"Oh don't mind him, he's just a scareling." Trisha certainly didn't mind the interruption. She was busy looking over deacon's abs. Yes he would defiantly do for a date. "Why don't we go do something else."

She was definitely plotting how she would steal a kiss by the end of the night. He was cute when his fur bristled like that, though his treatment of the child was a little less to be desired. But then again child was being rude, she would watch him. Give him a good hoof stomp if he continued to be a pest.

Bren chuckled as the glasses slid crookedly onto his face. For an accessory one was normally meant to see out of, these hindered his vision quite spectacularly, enough so that he stopped dancing in his distraction, not that he had been trying very hard.

"Have you gotten into the punch?" he asked in a tone that might have bordered on Dadlike had he not also been laughing. He pushed the glasses closer to his eyes and started a slow spin, looking out at the dance floor and those who had already arrived. The lenses had some sort of sparkles embedded into them, and they made everyone look—

Oh, hey! There was Ruth!

Brenley jumped to that conclusion after having only caught the back half of her in profile—blond hair, grey clothes, the right height—but when he moved a little more to the right with the intention of calling out, he saw the rest of her beyond the orange plastic frames and paused, hand held up like he was waiting to shake. That was not Ruth. First off, she had eyes. And second... well... she had eyes. What was she doing dressed like that?

He pulled off the glasses, squinting at the ghoul. This situation would require further analysis.

"Dancing," he said with forced perk and a shrug. "I'll try to try harder."

Oh, a pest was exactly what Li Shou would continue to be. He was quick to move in front of the kabobs as the tabby shifted out of the way, biting into the stick and glaring up at Deacon. "At least I'm not an old geezer who's so senile he forgot the other part of his costume." Li Shou honestly had no idea how old Deacon was, but the bakeneko resembled his father so he had to be like... Ancient. And yes, he was talking with his mouth full.

Being referred to as a scareling was nothing new, and he didn't feel angered by being called such. If anything, he preferred to use that to his advantage. "So how did he convince you to date him?" The small feline asked Deacon's companion. "Did he give you some of that gross old people butterscotch candy?" You know, the kind that every grandpap had in his pocket. Li Shou couldn't say he wouldn't have accepted the handout, but it wasn't worth having to spend the night with someone.

Vaith struggled not to grin as Xiu went along with his "play-date," showing Xiu the texts. He wiped a fake tear away, with an exaggerated solemn tone. "Look how popular I am." Vaith straightened his tie, that hand moving upwards to make sure of his immaculate hair.

Jotting off several texts quickly, he winked at Xiu. "Maybe I'll take him back after he takes me out for dinner. His treat of course."









He tucked the phone back into his pocket, about to neatly take a step forward until he felt his weight thrown off. Xiu's friend? After her excited hug to Xiu and her appraising gaze, Vaith took a deep bow.

"Hello, Xiu's gorgeous friend, I believe now I am." His grin grew wider as he stood back up, He sent a look to Xiu.

The hungry ghost gave a soft snort as a few ideas came to mind, not all of them flattering.

The change in conversation was welcome. He gave her has other hand willingly, smiling down at her as she swung their hands back and forth. She was adorable, and beautiful, and desirable all at once. The perfect blend of innocence and mischief. "There will be lots of dancing," he assured her, flashing those pointy teeth in a grin.

"but we can go be social first. We do have all night." He'd spotted Hel as well, and Xiu. The latter was a friend of his fiance's that he hadn't really met yet. The boil he knew, would like to consider a friend, but hadn't seen in quite a long time.




Zaire gentle nudgin got him moving, though he wasn't paying attention to where, other than that it was away from the snack table. Which was just fine with Jory. The boil didn't have much of an appetite normally, and had had even less of one lately. Besides, they'd just had dinner, the smaller boil would be set for the rest of the night.

He trailed his fingers along the edge of the favors table, looking them all over without actually picking anything up. He did give a chuckle to Zaire when he flashed him the wolf teeth, though. A hand coming up to press a curled knuckle over his lips. "Test them how?" As if he didn't know. Wolf teeth nibbles would probably tickle.

The comment at the music had the fishy boil glancing up, attention finally expanding beyond just his date and out into the room at large. He glanced around them, looking for any other dancing couples. It was still early, there still wasn't that many people there, and even less on the actual dance floor. The color drained from the afanc's cheeks as he thought about him and Zaire being one the possible center of attention, though he did want to dance. They'd taken lessons, they both enjoyed it.

Looking around again, Jory lay his free hand on Zaire's arm, leaning into his side. "Dancing soon, but maybe when it, ah, fills up a little more?" He turned baby blues upward to meet glowing ones. "Do you see any friends around you might want to say hello to?"