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The whistle blew hard as Calder rose up from his seat, having been perched on a counter and cutting out hearts from someone's left-behind notebook. Seems someone wouldn't be getting credit for their Home Ick homework.

After grabbing a few, he slipped off the counter and stretched. "Alright. You people are sad. Really, you could all be talking about this in the bathroom." Apparently Calder was a big talker in the bathroom, much to the awkward annoyance of many boys.

"Let's switch it up. You all don't seem to have that spark just yet. Pretend this is your last 10 minutes in Halloween Town and you're taking the next train out of here. Visualize." He said, hoping that making them more desperate than they already were would help them out. He'd been expecting at least 3 tables to be making out by now, but all he got was happy little chatter. Bla. He could see this at the cafeteria every day.

At the next switch up, he started passing tables and leaving little hearts. "That's to exchange numbers." He told people as he passed.

Round 3

♥ Deacon - Colette
♥ Tahki - Coralie
♥ Belladonna - Tess
♥ Junko - Braum
♥ Hadiyya - Kasumi
♥ Chuppi – Harrow

Chatty was not one of the marid's usual personality traits, but the reaper across from her acted as something like a battery. She felt energized, which was a somewhat new experience, and she was sorry to say it had some rather odd effects on her. Speaking quickly seemed to be one of them.

She'd been done talking as he leaned forward, but even if she hadn't bee it would have made her pause. It also pointed out that she had been talking a lot, and quickly, and perhaps the poor boil was having trouble slipping a word in. The realization brought subtle flush to her cheeks, and she closed her mouth, lips pressing tightly as she listened to him speak.

"A journalist? That's pretty impressive. Yes, there is a pool, it's near the gym." The sound of the whistle cut off any further conversation, and actually startled the demon, making her jump in her seat. "Uh oh, time to switch. Hopefully we'll run into each other again some time soon. You know, if you'd like." She wasn't She hoped he'd left a good impression, Harrow seemed quite nice.

She watched him leave, wiggling fingers in a tiny wave, then glanced aorund for her next "date".

Harrow jumped at the whistle, starting and shooting a quick look around before he realized what that sound meant. And he'd just started to relax. Well, no, he hadn't really started to relax, and now he had to move onto someone new. He got up slowly, licking his lips with a quick little wave back at Yaya, and tugged the hem of his vest down on his way to hunt down his next partner.

"Wait just a moment, kelpie," Braum snorted, as the horse interrupted him when his mouth had just opened to respond to Belladonna. Truthfully, he'd probably been saved from an incredibly cheesy come-on, but he still wanted to go on a date with her, and the kelpie had forced his hand. There was no time to waste. Taking a steadying breath, he got up suddenly, making room for the next person to steal his Bell away for conversation, and willing to look like a total fool in front of all these people. It was quite valiant and romantic of him really, to go on one knee, his wings folded behind him as he kissed her hand. Looking up at her fluidly, crimson orbs bore into the girl like she was a tasty morsel he just couldn't wait to gobble up.

"It would be my honor if you'd consider letting me court you properly, Miss Bell," he intoned, his voice serious and passionate. It was the formal demon equivalent of saying 'we can has date plz?', and was the most exclusive commitment she'd probably ever get out of him. That wouldn't stop him from FLIRTING with other girls, heavens no. But he wouldn't even consider actually taking them out on a date until Belladonna either refused, or asked him to stop courting her, assuming he got more than ONE date. Rising, he scribbled down his skellphone number, and folded it up in her hand, kissing it again with a smirk, while his eyes stayed focused on her face.

"You don't have to answer NOW, but think about it," he smiled devilishly, "Call me when you do, I'd love to persuade you into letting me follow you around like a lovesick familiar."

With that, he grinned, as pleased as a cheshire cat, and sauntered away to sit in front of Junko. He gave her a small, warm smile, he knew the girl, liked her even. Yaya certainly had seemed a bit fond of her, and she hadn't given him any reason not to enjoy her company, despite her species. He actually forgot sometimes she WASN'T a demon, she was always so poised and well-mannered. He leaned forward conspiratorially, supercharged from his pseudo-decleration of affection (he wasn't willing to call it love, after all, he was still in his prime and you'd have to work harder for him to saddle himself down so quickly), and raised an eyebrow at the panic that crossed Jun's features as she glanced at the heart-shaped cards.

"You don't have a skellphone, do you, Miss Jun? If you want, you could borrow my spare? Father felt it prudent that I have two, something about losing one or the other, or breaking it in a rage," he smiled, cocking his head and looking towards the little hearts as if silently asking 'want me to write it down for you?'

"You could come pick it up afterwards at my dormroom? And if you miss any messages from now till then, it'll be recorded," he offered, gently pushing the idea since she'd looked so panicked. He didn't want a friend, especially a LADY to suffer for something so small. And it wasn't like his father couldn't simply replace the spare, they certainly had enough golden seeds for that kind of purchase.

Once upon a time, in a far away land of nightmares and copious amounts of black, there lived a princess named Belladonna who was courted by a handsome prince named Braum. They had many adventures and took to the night sky together, she on her broomstick and he held aloft with silken black wings, wrecking havoc upon any humans that may pass them by-- SO WAIT. This wasn't that story, but jack it all if Belladonna nearly thought it was.

Blushing harder than she ever thought possible, she watched with wide eyes as he knelt before her (Princes knelt for their Princesses!!), took her hand, kissed it, and then basically asked for a date. She remained with her mouth in a perfect pout of surprise (It was so hard not to just gape at him) while he finished his little speech, gave her his skellyphone number and departed to the next table. That left everything in Belladonna's court and it took all her power to fight her baser instincts and say she wanted him right now. But no, that would not do for all romance novels say the girl must wait and Belladonna was more than prepared to reenact her favorites. So with aplomb and the prettiest smile she could muster, she dipped her head to Braum, squirreled the number away into a pocket and turned to her newest partner.

"Tess! How lovely to see you again!!" Her enthusiasm was partly due to the events that had unfolded (Such romantic actions sincerely won him points in Belladonna's book), but were mostly due to the fact that Belladonna really liked the leg-less girl and hadn't seen her since the Monster Ball. "How are you? How have classes been? Find anyone you like tonight?" The witch was now a bundled of excited nerves, bouncing slightly in her seat and ready for all this to be over so she could tell Binx about it, as well as Kasumi. Wouldn't they be just overjoyed for her?!

Tahki felt her cheeks flair up into a hot pink.

"I-I'd not do that," The teasing hadn't been picked up on at all by the look of Tahkis doe eyed confusion. The pink quickly faded though leaving Tahki with her normal complexion.

"Everythings going fine so far. Braum was a nice date and so was Tess. Now your my date and Im sure you'll be nice too," Tahki didn't really answer the actual question because she hadn't been sure what Coralie had been asking. "What about you? Are your dates being nice... Or..or do I need to get busy on some ones behind." Tahkis face flushed pink.

Colette sighed and stood up at the whistle, crumpling the paper heart that was supposed to have a skellphone number on it before moving on to the next table. Her nervousness was all for nothing because her visit with the boil went just like her visit with the small, wide-eyed ghoul before him. Nothing happened. Not even a hello. Why did she think she could get someone's number? She wasn't even able to start a conversation.

Once the host commanded that she and everyone else hold hands with their partner, Colette scoffed quietly to herself. "Pffft." How was she supposed to hold hands with a partner if she hadn't even been able to talk to the last two? It would certainly be more awkward than sitting in silence and staring at the wet spots on the tablecloth. At least her next partner was a ghoul, and Colette felt herself less nervous than her last pairing.

She sat, placing her hands in her lap, while quietly greeting the ghoul of the table, "Um... hello." Colette worried this time would turn out as bad as the last two and decided she would only hold hands if absolutely necessary. The whole idea of the hand holding was uncomfortable for the Reaper, but she would give in, not wanting to take away from the other student's experience or whatever individuals got from holding hands and gazing into each others' eyes.