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She knew the boil she'd came with was capable of fighting even though she hadn't fought him fully herself. Arm wrestling had shown a strength in determination but not in a full workout of his potential. Levi wondered if Holly had fought this boil she came with yet. O 'yea? Worth a good round 'er two, eh? Ya seen 'im in action?...

...er had a go at 'im? Haven't whopped yet Jericho maself, but boil got a good wrestlin' arm on 'im. Won on 'a fourth try... She smirked at Holly when she said this, noting the fourth part in particular. The circumstances weren't important right now, only the fact that he had three previous attempts which led him to losses against her.

I'd understand 'em only know tha best way ta ring 'em up in hog-tie 'em down. She nodded in understanding to where Holly was coming from, chuckling.

Junko tried to catch the hand that was moving away from her, not wanting him to let go of her and end their dance. Hey! No! She wanted to keep dancing! She almost pouted until he touched her face, stumbling again and tightening her hold on his shoulder. Her breath caught as he kissed her neck, leaving her in a breathless laugh when she finally remembered how to breathe. Her hair curled itself up around her head out of the way of her neck, and she thread her fingers through his own hair until he took her hand back.

She wouldn't have even realized they were moving again if not for her feet trying to keep up with Seiji's, trying desperately not to step on them; she might have nudged one a little too much but other than that she tried to keep her feet to herself. It wasn't until they stopped completely that she realized they'd even still be dancing. Wait, where were they? The lights were weird. There was music. And something was swirling around their feet.

Oh, right. Prom. Junko stood still as he continued to quietly sing to her, gaze drifting down to his lips and she bit down on her lip. She couldn't breathe, her heart felt like it was being squeezed, and her stomach was doing flips. Junko didn't fight it as she was lifted, putting her hands on Seiji's shoulders to keep herself up. Her breath left her in a shaky laugh as she was spun in the air with him, clinging to him as he set her down and kissed her. Her eyes widened for a moment until she leaned in to return the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and her eyes fluttering closed. She held the kiss, not wanting it to end. And she succeeded..until she was reminded she needed to breathe!

Junko regretfully ended the kiss with a small gasp, eyes opening again and looking up at Seiji with a soft smile. "Thank you~." She murmured quietly to him, brushing her lips against his with a happy little sigh. What was she thanking him for? Well...the dance, the singing, the treatment...basically everything.

There was that hopeful look once more in Mitsu's eyes and it had Shun wondering what he would do exactly. He watched her for a moment or so before nodding to her. A hint of nervousness had returned to her, which had him wondering what the deal was.

He didn't think about it too hard and just remained where he was in the meantime.

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Chuckling quietly, Jericho righted himself after stumbling a bit.

"You and I both my friend," he grinned, "It's definitely not a bad thing though I think."

This was actually very nice, he found. Neither of them were flailing (too much). Even the spin that he just did wasn't too wonky. That aside, he could feel her elation and most likely she could get a sense of his own as they owned the dance floor.

It was almost like flying right now. And that was always amazing in its own right.

Holly had to think on that. Well he was a wrath demon, so he should have been strong or something. He was always angry so it would suck if he wasn't. "Probably. Haven't gotten to fight him, yet." Most likely true. "Although, I have fought with him, one of those darn field trips. So yeah, think he'd be a good fight." Though the idea of fighting him at the moment wasn't at the top of her list. Especially if she was wearing a dress.

She nodded again. "Jericho does look kind of strong. Never arm wrestled myself though, don't know how good a comparison that would be." Holly chuckled at the hog-tie expression. And coming from Levi, she wouldn't doubt that the ghoul would actually hogtie them! That'd be an interesting thing to see.

Eris's quiet self assurance and confidence were only befitting of her station, both qualities that Altair delighted in taunting. It was an activity that she appeared to enjoy as much as he did, and since she didn't complain, he teased her almost relentlessly as a result. Yet one did appreciate the finery, not only of her dress and cultivated appearance, but of her breeding, indeed. And he hadn't even needed his parents to arrange his date, like so many embarrassing childhood formals. Well done, Altair, good show, have a gold star. Altair was highly conscious of the fact that he had taken the hottest chick to Prom, and the smirk on his face was nearly as smug as his swagger as she took his arm again and pressed to his side, straightening up a little as they moved into the crowd. He sneered a little at the song. Ugh. This frilly ghouly s**t was really not his thing, but he would graciously put up with it.

"My dear lady, if you looked any lovelier, the other ghouls would openly be trying to murder you in a jealous rage," he purred, his hand slipping around her waist, turning towards her, pulling her against him. His other hand slipped down her arm, claws brushing down to seize her other hand, putting pressure in the small of her back to pull her into a sweeping slow dance and tried not to gag at the cheesiness of the colored lights.

Still, his date really was lovely, and though he glanced around to make sure none of the people that liked to shoot him in the a** with paintballs and whatnot were scheming his demise, he otherwise had eyes only for the lovely Horseman in his arms-- except for the eye he had out for Nuk. Jack knew he had to mess with the skinwalker, at least.

Claire ignored Danny as she walked away, suppressing a grin.
There was no way that he didn't know now. She looked for the most deserted wall in the room, covered her mouth to stop her from screaming and slid down the wall, close to crying.
She was so happy! But she didn't want to screw up her makeup. So, she just did a little dance.
It was a cooool little dance.
She saw Roch dancing with the Danny girl and smiled some more.

Get it? MORE. Moure cause it's like Moure and... nvm

Junko giggled as he pulled her in again, eagerly leaning into the kiss and hugging him as tightly as she could. Mmf...stupid..band was stopping her from doing that! Without moving away she slid her hand from the band to hug him properly. Her heart stopped for a moment before coming back to life with increased speed, feeling ready to just burst from her chest at any moment. But, she still had to breathe.

Eh. Breathing could wait.

For now she was going to forget they were in the middle of a dance floor at prom. All she cared about was Seiji was here. Seiji was here holding her, singing to her, dancing with her, kissing her, loving her. It was all she wanted right now, was someone to love her. b***h second mouth, homicidal tendencies with her hair and all. Even with her naivety, and her shyness, and her just general airheadedness every now and then, he loved her. Did he say it a lot? No, he hardly ever actually said it. In fact since the one time he had she hadn't heard him say it again. But he told her she was beautiful, and she was lovely, and sweet, and adorable...okay so maybe sometimes she didn't want to be adorable but still. She loved him. Had it been long? Well, no. Scarentine's...but they'd talked so much before Scarentine's! So..whatever. She loved him, and she wanted to keep him. Yes, keep him. No one else could have him, and she didn't want to see her own relationship turn out like...

...Like...no. She didn't want to think about that. Not right now. Not here.

Junko finally ended the kiss once again, though she did lean in to claim his lips for another soft kiss...and another...and finally a third one before she pulled her face carefully from his clawed hand and tucked her head under his chin, hugging him tightly once more as she swayed with the next song that was playing. "I love you."

It seemed that Roch was already ready to sweep Danny off into a dance, so Moure looked around in the direction that Claire had run off to. Moure turned back to Danny and gave her a hat-tip and nod. "I'll be back in a bit, alright? I'll come find you after this dance." Moure then turned to Roch with another tipping of his chauffeur hat, "I hope you enjoy your dance."

That all clear, Moure gave a bow to the ghoul he was supposed to be escorting, and then made his way in the direction he'd seen Claire walk off in. He really needed to talk to her, or at least learn what her intentions really were.

After a moment, he spotted her near an abandoned wall. She looked like she might start crying as she slid down the wall. Moure was worried now. had he offended her? Was she heart-broken or something? (Moure really didn't understand ghouls...)

Wait, he had an idea. If she was sad, maybe he could cheer her up? Plan in mind, he walked over to her and offered out his gloved hand with a slight smile. "...May I have this dance?"