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A devious smirk shown from behind his mask, the kitsune only having it cover half of his face. "Oh i will lead you alright..." Snagging her even closer, he pulled the ghoul against him, and settled one hand on her hip.

Grabbing her other hand, he wove their fingers together. A flutter of movement of his fingers signaled his use of illusions, as he summoned two fake roses. One was suddenly in her hair, and the second was between his teeth.

Both were bright blue, of course. had to match!

Wiggling his eyebrows, he pulled the ghoul in to HIS version of the Tango, across the dance floor.

Lattice had spaced off a bit having given her Sibling smiles and attention but now Petro addressed her and everything else seemed to have been but a blur for her up until that moment. Her masked face tilted toward the boil, "Dance?" she asked her throat constricting a bit with unease making the word sound a bit squeakier than normal, "amongst everyone?"

Her fingertips idly touched against each other in that sort of nervous and frantic way they sometimes did when she wasn't sure of something.

"What if... I am not good?" she furrowed her brow but she still offered her hand in a tentative way. Her Sister would be cross with her if she didn't try...

Needle stared up at the boil, standing still and nearly as expressionless as ever. As he lifted a finger to scold her she found herself leaning back the slightest bit as if to avoid it, since she was somewhat unable to judge depth at this proximity. Maul? This voice didn't register with her, and she reached a conclusion long before the boil did.

"I do, and I believe you know her." The near-stoic ghoul broke into a very brief chuckle, holding out a cold, ink-stained hand. "I am Needle, and certainly not Lattice. Though I am flattered you would mistake me for her!" The ghoul seemed amused at least, still holding her hand out towards him. She loved her sister more than life itself, and despite sometimes being annoyed at being mistaken for her, she also found it to be something of a compliment. "-And I do apologize for harming your lovely date, it was not my intention. May I make it up to you?" And his date, when she returned.

Prom

A word that she had heard muttered over the years of working in this school. It was something she had not attended since he own school days, something she chose to avoid. 20 years was a long time.

This year would be different though, THIS year she would lay witness to the stupidity when teenage hormones, close proximity, and music gave birth to.

It should be interesting in the least.

When Malcolm showed, Pyre had chosen to greet him ad well as the small invisible dog. Paying a LITTLE more attention to the dog. That should not have surprised her colleague.

She wore something that was out of the norm for any girl going to prom, but was fancy enough that she did not look too out of place. A simple waistcoat vest with a long sleeved white with a collar tucked under it. A tie, and black slacks completed the ensemble. A simple black mask was the final touches for the piece. White hair down so it flowed in waves. Her wings and tail feathers, not to mention her deep brown skin, pure the color into the outfit that it desperately needed.

"After so long things don't change do they, Malcolm?" There was a double meaning behind her words. The prom was a BIT more colorful.. and different tastes in music, but it was still a bunch of bodies pressed together. Love, ew.

Though her mind was stuck in the past.

She smiled at Mac, genuinely glad that she was making progress; small steps, right?

Once she was free, she turned, and headed in the direction of the bathrooms, careful not to accidentally bump into anyone with her dress. By now, Levi was nowhere in sight, and she guessed that the monster ghoul must be inside... Or something.

"Levi?"

You know, Hel did like getting this kind of attention…just…not from sleazy jerks like Lou. Underneath the poker face mask, Hel looked less than impressed as she just stared at him. She just reached out and b***h slapped him in the face.

“It is armor…from predators like you.”

SSSSSSMACK!

It was a satisfying sound that knocked the mask right off of Lou's smug face. The boil reeled back, following the momentum of the hit, though he did not fall. He simply stayed frozen where the five fingers left him.

Hel's hand left a nice imprint on that cheek. Very nice.

For a moment, the vampire was silent, staring bewildered where his gaze managed to land.

Then he slowly began to reset himself, a wild grin spreading across his lips. "A predator. Yes, that's an accurate description, isn't it? All armor breaks eventually, you know. So how about instead of throwing up the tough b***h act we just go and have ourselves a good time? What are you hiding under there? You're hiding something. I want to know. I bet it's something fun."