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Sheridan was glad Amphi had come with him, even if they were a bit late, and despite that silver tint he could already feel growing. Wow, there were a lot of students here! More than he had expected, though now that he thought about he wasn't sure why he was surprised.

He turned to smile at Amphi, adjusting his collar with his free hand.

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked them."

He hadn't been sure if she'd like the flowers or if it was the right thing to bring them, but he had been relieved and happy to see that she had liked them. Wow, she really was pretty with those flowers, she was beautiful in that dress.

"Okay."

A smile, a flick of his tail as he led her to the dance floor. He'd really never danced much before, he hoped he was too bad at it.

The music had picked up, but Christof was feeling a bit more relaxed. At least the urge to bolt and hide again had lessened a bit. He shifted from side to side, "Er... I hawe tried thpookieth before but er... it maketh me feel thick." His mouth twitched into what was almost a bashful smile. "Ewerything thort of tathteth like um. Winnegar, though. It'th um. A p-pickled tongue. What I could find on um. Thort notithe. I um. Hawe a tongue. But um. Itth um. Not here. Hard to replathe."

Shun's gaze shifted to her hand briefly as she had given it a squeeze. He took her words and considered them. It wasn't all too often that he would be told that he was 'the best', not with the heavy amount of disappointment his father always laid onto him. There was something about that, as well as her other comment that felt rather good.

"I'm glad to have made it happen," he said quietly in return. The reaper wasn't too sure what else to say. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy things too because he actually didn't mind this all that much. He just had a hard time pinpointing what it was here. It was all really kind of weird to him, but in a good way.

When the song ended, his movements came to a stop. He slowly released the girl before stepping back and bowing down to her once more.

"Thank you for the dance."

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Being nicely refreshed now, Jericho made his way back to the table where he noticed Mot was relaxing. Grinning to the cowboy, he took a seat before glancing out to the dance floor.

"Taking a break from putting on the moves?"

As he led Tomoko around the floor, Jove started to think dancing wasn't so bad after all. It was actually kinda fun the way Tomoko just moved along with him, how he could get her to go where he wanted with just the slightest bit of pressure on her hip, or by moving her arm.

He made a muttered noise to get her attention, and then glanced briefly up at the ceiling as though saying "Hey. Heeey. Look up." It was always easier to dance when you weren't looking at your feet, the posture was more correct with your chin up and your back straight.

One of the taller students moved into their path, and Jove broke the hold to give Tomoko a little twirl so they could stay out of the way. On the surface he seemed unconcerned, but inwardly he was puffing up as much as ever. Just because he was small didn't mean it was okay to run over the ghoul he was dancing with! The pup almost took it as a personal affront.

But it wasn't long before the music changed into something more upbeat again, and his shy, blushing expression returned. So, they had danced. Now what?

She was looking up, really! Though there was a moment where she actually did look up at the ceiling, as though she was wondering if Jove had noticed something up there that she hadn't. It seemed that it wasn't the case, however, and she soon just straightened up.

She just couldn't help but be paranoid that she was going to misstep and then disaster would strike (and then someone would be in her room bowling with her ball of stars.). Tomoko took a deep breath and just kept her eyes on the boil, assuming and hoping that he'd keep from leading her astray.

Which he did. That much was sure.

She had to keep from breaking out into giggles when the ghost twirled her to keep her out from underneath another student's feet. Any other boil probably would have been thinking just how smooth of a move it had been. The kitsune was beaming when she was finished being twirled, possibly more than she had been the entire evening.

But then the music changed and the dance was over. Tomoko took a moment to brush some hair back behind one of her enormously fluffy ears.

She looked at the other students still dancing, then grabbed Jove's hand to head off of the dance floor. Tomoko leaned the side of her head so it touched the side of his; "Thank you for the dance, Jove-kun~" she preened, content.

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"You didn't even invite me to join you." Invictus said in a matter of fact manner. "Instead you went and had a good time and left me to watch. Not to say I would have joined in with the...festivities. I'm sure everybody who was participating would have enjoyed remaining...standing." he added with a long pause, seeming to have noticed somebody he knew across the room from them, brows lifting ever so slightly.

"It seems Eris decided to come as well." he said, sharing his observation, before his eyes shifted back to Calder.

"You truly shouldn't be offended that you haven't made me smile. Remaining neutral requires less effort than any extreme show of facial muscle." The horseman leaned into the table as well, resting one cheek against the back of his hand as though he was going to tell the Kelpie a secret...
....

which he did;

"If I were to... 'let loose', nobody in the room would be on their feet and your headmistress would have some words with me." It was quite obvious that Invictus was implying that formal events, while necessary, weren't his idea of 'fun'.

"Don't think that just because I am new here, I haven't learned things about you since you spoke to me in the library. That I haven't made any attempts to figure out what ulterior motives you could possibly have. Everybody has an ulterior motive to what they do."

A slight smirk formed on the horseman's face. Pursuing information may have been one of those things he enjoyed but hadn't flat out said. He was like an army General, learning about the enemy.

"And everybody has one."

OH!! How terrible of him. He left Invictus to sit and watch, and while he didn't think the boil would mind, he had only gave the impression he was snubbing him and made him feel left out. "I'm sorry. I ..I didn't think you'd mind. I mean, I didn't really think you'd be interested at all. I didn't mean to start dancing. I was going to take Riley off the dance floor to keep her from .." He had to pause here to think of exactly what she had been doing, but went with what she had intended to be doing. " ..dancing and making a fool of herself. She pulled me in and then...all that happened." He gestured out to the dance floor where moments ago, a gang of boils had been his thrusting and every manner of crude dance gesture. "I'm sorry. I got caught up in it. I never meant to make you feel left out. It's just, well, your lack of expression came off as you not really enjoying dancing at all." For the most part, all of Invictus' decisions had been given with half interest. A 'do what you want' tone that just meant he'd go along but wasn't exactly skipping at the though of it.


If he didn't feel bad about how poorly he was keeping to his promise of being the best date ever for Prom, he was feeling even worse when Invictus leaned in and instead of telling him some deep secret that would have bounded them together for all eternity, only just made Calder a tad more wary about the many warnings he heard and had been told about the horseman. Dangerous being the most common. Still, Calder liked to think every bad boil was misunderstood, and like the eyelash-batting ghoul in the story, he wanted to be the one to get closer. He just hoped he wasn't a smoldering heap after.


No. He HAD to redeem himself.


Of course, to throw him further off, Invictus admitted he might know a lot more about Calder than what the kelpie might choose to reveal to him. JACK! Did he know about that detention now? Ugh. He was sure if the horseman asked around about him, he was sure to find out about that insane gossip that continued from that mark. That he was some mad killer out for blood and drowning little ghouls in fountains. His lips pressed tight at the thought of his image ruined further, but - well, now they were being honest. That's what made relationships stronger, right? Right.


He took a breather and smiled back. "My motive is to make you crack a smile that doesn't involve blowing up the school, and to keep true to my promise to you." He would be the best date here. Rising, he held out his hand to Invictus. "Come with me."

Why had Claire left him? "Hell if I know," Roch said as the music changed, changing the style slightly. It was surprisingly easy to dance with Danny, so easy that he didn't even feel like a derp. "One moment we're dancin, you know, goofin' off, then she sees her brother kiss some chick and wanders away, and sure I like Claire, she feels like a little sister in a way, but I ain't gettin' involved in family affairs. So I went and played the games for a bit, then came back and saw you three." He was liking the new song, he thought. He could really get into it.

Glancing over to where Claire and Moure were dancing, he shrugged. "And it looks like we've traded dates," he said. He guessed hanging out with Danny (other than the Stupid Roch thing and probably less eating) was about the same as hanging out with Claire, so who cared?