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While he was still thinking on the idea, Shun frowned, still lost on what to do. Looking up towards the dance floor, he saw Mitsu there actually, along with the two pink haired demons. The crazy male looked like he was dragging around the other two girls or something like that.

The music was shifting to something rather soft too.

Staring for a moment, he let out a sigh and pushed himself to his feet.

Quietly, the reaper made his way over towards the trio. He glanced over at the two demons briefly, then to Mitsu in particular. Taking in a breath, he held his hand out to her.

"If I may, could I have your hand for this dance?" he asked. Yes. He could be eloquent if he wanted to. Shun just normally wasn't, "That is.. if I'm not interrupting anything."

Tsetsiliya paused to consider Colette's question. How does one do a slow dance with three people? She tilted her head up quizzically, as though expecting to find the answer floating above her head.

She thought.

And thought.

And all she could get was some strange image in her head of three people, arms looped around each other as they moved in a slow circle. She frowned. There were some obvious problems there. But a moment's recollection allowed her to realize that she had seen that before. Really now, her grandmother and her wild shindigs got pretty sappy once everyone had drunk to the bottom of the spiked cider barrels.

"I am.. not being quite sure," she admitted, eyes squinting in thought. She tapped her cheek and turned again to the dance floor, hoping to find some kind of solution. Her eye immediately settled on a pink-haired duo and a white-haired mask-wearing ghoul, with one of them leading the other two to the floor. "Oh.. perhaps like they are doing." She nodded over at the group, just as the masked ghoul pulled away and stood awkwardly to the side. "Or, uhm.. I am guessing not." Since the dance floor had failed to provide a solution, Tsetsiliya gave a gentle shrug. "I am not minding taking turns. It is probably being easiest." And a lot less likely to step on each other's feet, she thought. That sappy circle dance at her grandmother's party had ended up with most on the floor.

No, she'd rather not run that risk, thank you very much. Unless Petro had a more accommodating idea.

Mitsu's brows furrowed though it was hard to see around the mask. "N-n-no i-i-it's just that....that..." It was just what? At first she didn't know but finally settled on one truth. That she wanted to dance with someone else. Not that this new boil didn't seem nice, he seemed very friendly....very very friendly, but he wasn't who she wanted to dance with.

A sad looking coming to her features she just stood in place for a moment. What was the harm in dancing..this would probably be the only chance she got. "I'll-" But something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. A hand. Blinking a couple of times Mitsu stared at it before following it to it's owner a little shocked to see Shun standing there.

Again Mitsu found her face flushing, her heart beating in her chest but in a fluttering sort of way. She couldn't help but reach out and take Shun's hand forgetting for a moment how clumsy she was. "I..." She looked at the others hoping this was okay. "Can I?" She asked like she needed their permission to go.

Night just smiled at her even though she protested. His hand fell on her waist while his other took hers in his. It was the classic pose for the waltz as the perfect song came on for it. "See, this isn't so bad Vee." He continued to smile at her as he led her in the slow steps of the dance, one step forward, one step to the left, one step back, one step to the right and so the pattern continued as he move her along, enjoying the simple time enough to dance with her.

"One dance! And then we'll play some poker and win you some cold hard cash." Night winked at her, "I'm not a bad player myself though, If you lose money to me you can't get mad." He winked, "I'd give it back anyways." he grinned.

"Besides, your already Dancing with me." He nodded his head at her, gesturing to their already moving forms. His tail twitched as if to confirm the moment.

Joachim picked a spot on the dance floor where lights didn't beam directly on top of them and wasn't completely crammed with other couples dancing hand in hand. He was sure that if there was any lights shining on him that Taryn would see the rather blood red face he bore, in fact at this point he was pretty sure he was pretty much the same color she was and had been almost the entire prom. Taking her other hand he moved it to his shoulder so he could put his hand on her hip, again causing a small tremor of fear and embarrassment to wash all over him. He only hoped that she couldn't tell or that Abigail wouldn't slither up his arm. He kept trying to count the beats in his head as he attempted to move them in a circular motion around on the floor trying to avoid stepping on the hem of her dress or feet.

Oh skulls it was hard to breath or even swallow this level of fear now he was really sure that being in room and taking a nap was probably the better choice but he was far too late from backing out now. How long was this song anyways?

The hunchback froze as his name was suddenly called. He had been content to try to hover off to the side in the darkness until his Mistress called for him... which was increasingly looking like never, much to his depression. The sudden voice, regardless of who it belonged to, took him by surprise. Wincing, he turned only to discover, to his dismay... it was that new Manticore ghoul who he had so far successfully avoided up until now.

But it seemed he was trapped. Lips pursed tight, he glanced up to her with a somewhat terrified expression, "Hnnn?" He managed weakly.

Taryn was relieved when Joachim led her to a less crowded, dimly-lit portion of the dance floor. Everyone else seemed to be holding their dates close or grudgingly slinking around dateless, and there she was, with a boil and his mouse. She smiled again, her eyes turning from her peers to Joachim as she beamed up at him. The ghoul's hand trailed up to her date's shoulder and she felt a tingling shock in her chest when she felt the curve of his shoulder. As his pale hand met her hip, she could only gasp as she was swept away. Yes, Joachim certainly knew what he was doing, and this song was romantic and the moment seemed all too perfect. Taryn felt like she was floating. Her look of total shock turned to a content, awe-stricken expression as pleasant chills rolled up and down her back and bats fluttered in her stomach.

This was amazing.

Riley's sway stopped for a moment, freezing in surprise at Malodore's confusion. Il mio dolce angelo, have you never seen a movie? She brought it back down slowly, accepting the peck on her forehead with a fluttering of her eyelids. When they opened again, her eyes were still locked in awe. They melted slowly as an idea formed, and her face lifted in lieu of a smile.

I have decided. You and I, we will have something akin to a date. And I shall bring a movie with which to broaden your world with once more. I do so love to widen your horizons. I have to give you something, after all, for all you give me.

She laughed at the hesitance of picking her up, and shook her head. No, Malodore. You have already done it once. You needn't do it again. So, now that you have proposed to me, I think it is a perfect time to ask.

Her eyes glinted with amusement. Will you go on a date with me?