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Standing up straighter as well, Shun moved in towards Mitsu as he placed a hand at her waist. Once they were in position, he began to move along with her, guiding in the mean time. Dancing was not something he was very accustomed to, but he did try.

Unlike with Hel, he did not have a flat expression upon his face. Nor did he feel that this was a lame attempt at 'footwork training'. No. Instead this was something to share with the wolf. He didn't say anything yet, focusing on trying to move along with the music. He also could only hope he didn't lead them into anyone, with his peripheral vision not quite what it used to be. However, he was certain that Mitsu would prevent this from happening.

She really was beautiful, as the song suggested. There was something kind of dawning upon him here. This was his fiance. How in the world did he manage to have this wonderful girl be engaged to him? It was a mystery he was probably never going to figure out. At this thought, he pulled her a little closer to himself, and leaned his forehead lightly against hers.

Titus' smile grew an abnormal degree, nearly splitting his face in two. The threat Hel uttered seemed to please him to no end, his hand only tightening. "Sounds like a challenge to my -"

The smack to the back of his head had Titus's face jerking forward, his face alarmingly close to the Valkyrie's in result. He started to turn to see who the culprit was when his wrist was suddenly grabbed and twisted behind his back.

Letting out a grunt Titus' back curved back to compensate for the twisted limb. "How charming." He managed to growl looking back to see the cowboy reaper. "Kidget, your Prince charming is here. If you could call him that. You know its rather rude to interrupt a conversation." It seemed like Titus was still enjoying himself though when he saw Riyo beside the reaper a rather cold stare was sent in her direction.

Yes Yin, it is a prom ritual. A prom mating ritual in fact and at any moment now, Alex was going to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and take you back to your dorm room to do unspeakable things.

If only that was even remotely true...


He tapped on his neck, slapped a hand against his chest, made choking motions with his hands...and nothing seemed to get through to the weremantis. Feeling defeated, and definitely not thinking at all about the simple solution of taking his phone out of his pocket and tapping in a message for Yin to read and understand, Alex made a :/ face, slumped his shoulders, dug his hands into his pockets, and turned to slump with his back against the wall, with perhaps a bit more force then necessary.

And suddenly, as if by magic, the food that was lodged in his throat shifted, and he was able to finally cough out what little air was in his lungs and struggle to gasp in more to continue coughing as he now leaned forward and pounded against his chest with a fist. "---Choking!" he was finally able to rasp in a very low and hoarse voice.

"Better now, thanks." He made a sort of waving off/ shooing type motion in case Yin decided that now was the ideal time to jump in and help.

Composing himself after that ridiculous ordeal took some time, and the zomboil was now more then thoroughly embarrassed, but he tried to just shove it to the back of his mind like it hadn't even happened. And that would be the last time he ever shoved that much meat in his mouth at once.

....Probably

Once he had bent back down to retrieve his discarded mask, Alexander put it back in place, adjusting it carefully so that it sat straight before checking that the rest of his clothes were in order. Straightening his tie and hat also seemed to be in order, and he smoothed a hand over his jacket a couple of times to smooth out any wrinkles before allowing his pale grey gaze to land on Yin.

"Now then, Yǐn Cáng, I believe I might like that dance, if you don't mind?" Oh yes, it was about that time. Alex didn't even care what was playing. If it was utter crap he'd just make up some better music in his head.

Oh, and full name usage count? That'd be a three now.

He was looking at her strangely. REAL strangely. "Amphi?" he asked, moving closer. "D'ya get worse with the closer I get? Does it... I dunno... feel like y'wanna be closer, but it's reeeealll awkward at the same time? And when I'm gone... its sorta tough, right?" he asked. "Like, do you think about me a lot when I ain't there?"

Woah, Titus ditched Riyo? Was.. she his date? ... oh man.

Mot wasn't taking Titus's s**t, and kept hold of the demon's wrist nice and tight. "That didn't look like a conversation to me." He replied with a scowl. His gaze took to Hel, his free hand pushing up his mask. He knew she was capable to taking care of herself. That didn't mean he was okay with watching and doing nothing.

"Unless Hel says she was enjoying herself, I'm inclined to call you a dirty liar." His gaze kept on hers a moment, before turning his orange gaze to Titus. "She says the word and I'll be on my way, being a better date to Riyo than you could ever hope to be." Way to leave her stranded, demon scum.

Yup, he probably dug his own grave there.

"Sure, if you want to see it that way," Probably digging a deeper grave for himself, "And are you becoming defensive?" Maybe it was the fact that they're at a party hosted by the students, but he was feeling younger already, although him being at the age of 18 also meant that he didn't value his life very much.

"I don't think anyone deserves to see what's under those dresses," He pokerfaced, making a point to look away, spotting the nearby refreshments table, "... Want a drink?"

Hel stared at Riyo, then at Mot, blinking once more, rather stunned as she met the cowboil’s gaze. Wow…he seemed to have taken a level in bad a**. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him so stern before…

“Ah, this conversation was over.” Hel reached up to pat Titus’ cheek in mock affection and then stepped around him and away from the wall. “Off to the mystical punch bowl again…I am still rather parched.” That being said, Hel moved away from them and went to retrieve another cup.

Watching Mengyao as they swayed together, her head tilted a little when he started to flinch his head, as if aggitated by something. Pursing her lips a little, she wanted to say something, but when his face softened up again, she decided to hold her tongue. They had their personal demons that they were fighting day in and day out, the voices that plagued both of them when they could.

Lifting her free hand from it's original place on his shoulder, she placed it on his chest, keeping her head tilted, she silently watched him as he followed in the dance, his humming somewhat relaxing - as if engulfing them in a little bubble of their own pace, which made her feel calmer than it had been for a while. Just . . . a moment reprise.

Leaning in, she closed her eyes to allow herself to just enjoy the moment. The feeling of his hand sliding across her back, and the murmuring made her perk up, and a wry smile showed over her lips.

"Yes - if I recall, I was taller." She answered him, "But only by a bit, and then you, um . . ." She trailed, opening her red eye for a moment. "Decided to leave me down here." She teased.