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Taryn could indeed hear Joachim's heart beating, but it was a pleasant, comforting sound rather than one revealing his nerves. Her dress swished around her feet as she moved with her date, and she felt distinctly like this moment may be the only one like it. How many more times would a boil be the first one she'd danced with, after all? Unfortunately this meant ignoring Joachim's own reactions to some extent and continually floating in the dreamy, foggy world of her emotions.

Abigail had taken on a slow, almost rhythmic sway as the pair danced, acting more as tail than reptile for the moment. Taryn was certain that nothing else mattered, and as she was ultimately content with the experience, so too was the snake. Her chest rose and fell again with a little sigh.

LEFT? Oh, that was terrible! There was no way it could be Christof's fault, obviously. He was such a nice boil.

"I'm sure she, uh. She forgot something. Like a glass slipper. I hear that happens sometimes too. But it CAN'T have been your fault, definitely. Yes, I'm totally sure of it." Something had to be done. He couldn't be allowed to sit in the shadows and, and- be stuck in a sort of like, a box, with emotions in it. Yeah. Not after all the hard work he did.

Cady, harbinger of justice. She put her hand on his shoulder and firmly lead him toward his lovely creation - the dance floor. "I hear that, you know, activity keeps your mind off things. And dancing seems pretty active, right?" Without waiting for a response she marched them straight out in the midst of other dancing couples- and stopped.

She turned to look at him, a lost expression crossing her face. Confusion was becoming more and more the norm for the ghoul. "I uh. Where do my hands go?" She looked at them forlornly. Something about...hips...and shoulders. And this song was slow. That seemed to require more touching. Oh dear.

The happy spazzing dancing didn't last long, however, as Lizzy's cheeks turned red and she felt rather... Embarrassed about her little flail fest, especially to such a pretty song. Taking Charlie by his hands (under his sleeves), she grinned and pretty much led/drag him along to the dance as best as she could.

She didn't like to lead, but Charlie... She didn't exactly want him to lead a dance. Ever.

"Er... I think um. My n-neck," He swallowed thickly. Oh Fear Alive here he went again... At least it was another slow song, and not that odd... peacock.. whatever it had been that seemed to ahve gone on forever. "And I um. P-put my hands on your er... hipth I beliewe it goeth. Um."

There it was again. That feeling. But Cady was a Monster, demons at least when you cut something off of them USUALLY it stayed the same. He wondered if he were to cut off one of Jericho's fingers, without the attachment of his skull pin if it would become a talon or remain a finger. All these little details made everything so... so... DIFFICULT.

But at least his mind was busy, and he was feeling a little better.

He wished Shehk hadn't run away so quickly. But... but maybe she had had her reasons.

He could hope.

Awkwardly, his trembling hands rested on Cady's hips, glancing to the other dancers for quick notes on what they did next. Shehk hadn't seemed so thrilled to have his head resting on her shoulder, after all. He would complete the Task appointed to him, and he would do it WELL. If only for the hope of not losing another dance partner.

Hopefully Cady wouldn't try to kiss him, that had definitely made the last dance awkward.

Claire thought he was so cute! Sure, she (by unwritten halloween law) shouldn't be interested in someone of a 'lower class' but she was, and she was fine with it. She looked into his eyes and wondered why it was such a crime to commit interracial love. Not that it was a crime, but dear old dad would surely be iffy. Her mother mightn't be, though.
"It depends." said Claire with a sly smile. Claire honestly didn't know what to say. What if he wasn't interested? She wouldn't take the risk. "Do you like her?" She said, obviously meaning Danny.

Moure raised his eyebrow as Claire answered, first with a statement, then a question in his direction. Her last words made him look down to her face, surprise written across his own. Danny? That's really who Claire was worried about? Moure couldn't help but give a slight laugh as he answered. "No no, not in the romantic sense. She's just my friend who I play Scario Kart with." He gave a slight grin and head shake as he finished his explaination. "We met at the Open House, and then she came by to borrow a copy of Scario Kart from me. I learned that she didn't have a date, so I agreed to come as her escort. That's literally the whole story behind our coming to Prom together."

Moure looked around for a moment, noticing a slight song change, and then back down to Claire. "Is that a good enough explaination? Do I get to hear what your intentions are now?" In all honesty, Moure was really kind of curious as to if Claire actually did like him. Moure had no experience with interpreting ghoul's actions, so he seriously wouldn't have figured out that Claire had liked him unless someone like Danny had pointed it out.

Mot watched Lizzy and Mitsu as they interacted, raising a brow and wondering why they kept looking at him. Uh, what did he do? Was this a ghoul only problem? If so, he would have left them be if asked. As it was though, Mitsu was pulled away by the pink haired pipsqueak, and Lizzy followed after.

He smiled at the antics, watching from the sidelines.

He watched as the quiet Shun danced with the timid Mitsu, and even as... Lizzy did an interesting jig. Mot snorted and grinned, chuckling at her attempt to dance with the silly little demon. It looked as though she embarrassed herself though, as she soon switched to a normal dance with him.

The song changed soon, and Mot realized he'd been standing there on his own for a while now. He moved back to the table to have himself a seat. Nothing much else to do, as his date was otherwise busy.