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Tomoko's ears perked up in turn, her own tails wagging as a big smile came across her face. Jove's canid expressiveness was easy enough for the kitsune to read, coming naturally as a fellow canid (albeit of many more tails). In fact, she'd hardly heard him do more than introduce himself and comment on her dress.

That was a lot of time to go without communication verbally.

"That's good. Cookies are good. I just can't eat a lot of them or I might get sick." it was probably a foreign concept to the ghost boil, "Which is sad. I like them. They taste pretty good." She looked about the table with a piqued and curious expression on her face.

Then over her shoulder. It looked like the hip-thrust line had cleared up! That was good. That might have made it safe for her to actually go and dance..
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Wait.

Tomoko's ears drooped a bit.

Oh shoot. She didn't have anybody to dance with, did she? Her ears seemed to go through a series of motions as she thought about this before they perked right back up and she looked to Jove expectantly;

"Jove-kun! Do you dance?"

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Invictus didn't seem as entertained when Calder came back, his brows furrowing together lightly, the barest of motions.

"Is that what you'd call what foolery I was watching?" he asked, sounding slightly sarcastic from the question. He had been able to witness it all, and he was not impressed in the least. Oh, no he was not.

It was a boil's club thing

The tatzel was convinced of it now. She raised a brow at him in confusion before shrugging. Jericho was an honorable fellow, but still a boil. There were just some things boils weren't willing to reveal to ghouls, she guessed; it reminded her of the boils back home who weren't willing to teach her moves either. Levi returned to her usual train of thought then - smart mouthed boils- they were only good for the wrestling. Not that Jericho was one of the terribly bothersome ones. He likely had his reasons.... Levi had no clue what though.

She decided he wasn't to blame and smiled at him again when he offered what he did. O, I see... She didn't. Guess I'll get it one day. She sipped and looked back to Holly, rolling her eyes. Holly would get her drift.

He very well might have upped the difficulty level of the dance a great deal by the time Junko had looped her arms around his neck, but he hadn't been careless. No sir, he'd kept a firm grip on her throughout the entire thing and any time one of her shoes slipped on the hard floor he'd held her upright. None would be the wiser, and to the untrained eye it would appear as though the that hadn't been the first time Junko had tried anything half so complicated.

He was laughing by the time she pulled him down for a kiss, the sound muffled against the soft press of her lips as eyes widened for an instant before falling closed. His arms curling around her torso to hug her close to him. Picking her up off her feet so he could dance them around while they kissed. The steps didn't match the beat of the music at all, but he just didn't give a damn in that moment. Let the others think they were silly, he didn't care.

After a moment or two he set her down again, and with an impish little grin he pressed her close to him, turning so his body was shielding her from the rest of the crowd before dipping human fingers down within her cleavage to snag the hair tie once again. "Naughty ghoul," he teased, nipping her lip before loosing his hold on her. Attention dropping to the edge of her dress. "There's an under layer on your dress, isn't there?" Someone had an idea.

Instead of pulling his hair back up in it's neat pony tail the boil knelt at the edge of her skirt, plucking up the side and pulling the second layer up to eye it for a moment. The stitching was perfect and the thread was thick. It would do. "Don't freak, ok?" He rolled his eyes up to her, brows raising in a hopefully reassuring manner before the tip of his index claw poked a tiny hole in the edge of the under fabric beside the reenforced hem. He didn't wait for her to protest or squeak at what he'd done, but slipped the hair tie within the hole and looped it around itself, then reached up and took her right hand. Slipping the band around her wrist.

"There, see? Now we can dance and you're skirt will be held up without you having to hold onto it." Don't be mad!

Petro had no experience or knowledge of Prom prior to being enrolled in the academy. If he had, he probably wouldn't have joined in on the hip-thrusting because he might have considered the possibility the two ghouls would find him embarrassing. But since his knowledge was... skewed at best, he had just gone with his herding instincts and did as others did. With a smile, he dutifully escorted the two ghouls to the table Tset had pointed out, even pulling out two chairs for them to sit down in. Until the blonde demoness mentioned wanting to get them something to drink. "Lemme get that for y'," he offered, "For both of y'. I made y' wait, 's least I could do."

With the song changes, he spied more students going to the dance floor to, well, dance. Thankfully they weren't as... questionable as the one he'd done, but it made him ask, "After I get y' both something to eat or drink, y' up for a little dancing?"

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Tess had been left to fend for herself for a few moments, tempted as she was to follow after them, she instead opted to freshen up a bit. Or as much as she could, given the damage Esmerelda had made on her dress and her hair and her skin. Corporal punishment wasn't new to the winged ghoul, but seeing the pinch marks and the thin trails where nail raked her skin made her wince. Mostly because they were in plain sight. Thankfully no one had noticed it.

And yet a small part of her felt resentful for it. Was she in the wrong to think Esme might have gotten a little carried away this time around? Considering no one said a word about it, maybe she was just exaggerating. So when Mac returned and suggested they go for some punch, she pushed away the self-consciousness and smiled, "I'd like that, thank you."

Leathery wings flapped towards the refreshment table, somehow able to avoid smacking into other students, "Did you and Lizzy have a good chat?"

"Roch..?" Moure's surprise was evident when the Gluttony Demoness explained who she was attending with. It did make sense though. In the time he'd met both the reaper and the demoness, he'd witnessed one huge thing in common. Both loved to eat. It really did make sense. He assumed Danny knew Roch form her loud laughter, though.

As Claire asked her question, Moure's eyebrows raised. Was she asking if he was DATING Danny? Of course he wasn't! They were just friends, after all. Then though, Danny spoke up, asking what the gluttony demoness had meant. Claire responded, confirming that her question was about if he and Danny were dating. Moure's expression was surprised, and he shook his head. "No, no. We just came as friends." As Danny unlooped her arm from his, he spoke again. "I'm acting as Danny's Escort, that's all." Well, this was getting REALLY awkward. It probably looked amusing to anyone else watching it though, with both Moure and Danny denying so furiously.

And then Danny started talking again. Moure's face was rather embarrassed too. Oh gosh, this was just so awkward. She had spoken well about him and he appreciated it. "Thanks, Danny." Moure felt the slight Gluttony ghoul looking at him, and was a bit surprised by her statement. Then as Claire started to leave, Danny had spoken up, asking if Claire liked Moure.

...OH. As Danny pointed it out, Moure felt like he should go bang his head into a wall for not noticing eariler. This explained EVERYTHING she'd been doing at the Cafeteria, didn't it? Oh shoot, how do you react to ghoul's liking you? Moure didn't really know what to do, but he thought he should say something at least.

But before he could, Roch had shown up. And apparently asked if he could steal Danny for a dance. "Oh, if she doesn't mind..." Moure gave a shrug, looking at his 'date' for her imput on the situation. If that was the case though, maybe he could make it up to Claire for not realizing her intentions eariler.

Tomoko practically bounced when Jove answered, looking expectantly at the DJ who was in the booth at the time as though magically her stare would enable them to change the song to the next one. She needed it to be the next one!

"Let's wait for them to change the song, Jove-kun, then we can go dance!" she beamed, having never actually been informed he wasn't interested in dancing with her, so seeming inclined to think that because he wasn't not-interested he was clearly alright with her dragging him onto the dance floor to do so!

JOYOUS JOY OF HAPPY KITSUNE.

Tomoko was officially enamored with prom, despite the fact it wasn't a 'romantic' outing to her at all. It was still amazing. Glowing floor, dancing, food, lots of people in one big room. Ohhh, if she'd had her ball of stars, she would have had amazing s**t happening herself.

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Tomoko let out a bit of a whine at the thought of her ball of stars, left unattended in her room. Paranoia.

"Jove...everybody is here right? Not in my room stealing my stuff, right??" she asked, her eyes glossing over out of fear of that idea.

Mot had been left on his own. It was fine, really. He used that time to get himself back together.

It was just a peck on the cheek. Not a real kiss. It was nothing!
Oh, but a ghoul got really close to his face. Right inside his bubble.
But surely he was mature enough to deal with this by now? He was 16!
But no one ever gets close. That's what the hat is for! Keep them all away!

More time had passed than he though, as he was soon tapped on the shoulder. It was Mac. And Lizzy. He stared at them for a moment, about to say something back to Mac, but he sauntered off to his own date. He was then left with Lizzy, who looked rather apologetic. Apologetic but... trying to see his face again. Getting close again. He was never comfortable with anyone seeing his face, but he usually put up with it if it happened. But this close? After what happened?
Mot's eyes darted to the side, pretending there was no ghoul making eyes at him.

Oh, sure. He was free to talk. What else was he doing other than standing in the middle of the room in a total stupor? Nothing. "Oh, you don't need to. It's perfectly alright." Mot replied with a forced smile. Forcing himself to smile was weird. He usually just smiled naturally. All the time.
But now what? He knew he would calm down eventually, but what to do in the meantime? The boil straightened out his jacket, it having been set askew from all the dancing.