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 Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:08 pm
There were hands on her shoulders. Familiar hands; perfect hands. There was only one person that they could belong to. And Whisper's guess was right, as the ghoul moved in front of her. Then the kiss. Jack damn those kisses did crazy things to her. They made her melt into a happy pile of goo. She wanted to stay in that kiss for the rest of the night, hoping a little on the inside that she would make so many other boils and ghouls jealous. "Why thank you, you look absolutely stunning." Whisper couldn't help but stare at Natalia in adoration. The night could end right now and Whisper wouldn't be phased. She had her werelemur at her side. She was looking amazing [the hem is shorter]. Part of her was starting to really love the idea of people noticing her. She was kinda hoping that Natalia would show her off, if only so she could cling to the werelemur, and make them jealous. Who wouldn't be right? Whisper was clearly lost in her thoughts, and was only pulled out when her eyes began to burn from not blinking. "Oh wow...I must have been staring, I'm sorry my sweetness. I couldn't help but get lost in my thoughts of you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:14 pm
Staring at Mal for a little more, Jericho let out a noise akin to a whimper. While he was fairly certain he knew what it meant... he just... couldn't be completely certain.
Then, looking up as Tess came on by to retort, he let out a breath and relaxed. He could deal with this.
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:15 pm
"Thank you," Tsetsiliya replied, reaching for the pitcher and her bouquet at the same time. The ribbon and plastic keeping the flowers together came undone and she dropped them into the pitcher, spreading them out. Observing for just a moment, she rearranged them one more time, then smiled. There, lovely.
Petro's demonstration had given her a little hope. He was surer on his feet than she was, and she wondered if Colette felt the same way. Either way it was an encouraging sign. The whole issue on figuring out a three person dance didn't seem so bad as the music sped up again, and the poludnica nodded when the tikbalang returned, loaded with plates. They could deal with the slow dances when they come up again.
"We are probably figuring out slow dancing later, maybe," she added, her eye immediately drawn towards one of the snacks present on the plates - a sugared roll. Junko had fulfilled her Groanspring promise after all! With a rather pleased smile, she reached for it and nibbled quickly. So delicious, she couldn't even. "B-but I am being eager to dance soon.. i-if you are being ready, Colette." She turned towards the other ghoul, still taking small bites of her roll. She didn't want to leave her stranded at the table after all, since they were all here to have fun. Perhaps it was the encouragement of the sugar talking as well.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:26 pm
Breaking away from Whisper once the demon was done, Natalia bowed her head and bent her knees slightly in a curtsey. (which was difficult to accomplish fully, since her dress was far too tight in certain areas.) The doting hellhound always knew how to say the sweetest things at the most opportune moments, and before she had time to realize it her cheeks were hot from blushing. Lifting her gaze to meet those lighter tints of orange, the monster purred softly with every word she spoke. "Believe me, I know exactly what you mean. I could eat you up, you look so wonderful…" …not insinuating in the least, no never, the monster turned to the demons side once finished, a nearby table (empty of students at the moment) in her sights, only to bend her arm in a way that urged a partnering limb to hook on to it.
"You know, it would seem that the party has started without us...should we find a place to set our things down before we go mingling?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:38 pm
Cady frowned. "Maybe you have an...alal-ergy. To sugar?" At the mention of vinegar, she made a face. "Or maybe spookies and vinegar don't mix." She continued to listen as he told her about his tongue, an unusually thoughtful expression crossing her features. "I bet a cat got it," she said darkly. "You just can't trust them, you know. Mine ate all my nice things and Gladys's bloomers. They're manticats though. I am not sure if other cats are the same." Those blasted cats. She wasn't sure how else you could lose your tongue - apparently cats got them all the time. But how to replace it? Spookies were important. It was important that everyone get to enjoy them, definitely. She mused aloud, "Wouldn't it be so cool if you could GROW another one though? I hear there are like, lizards that can grow new tails. That is so strange. It's not quite a tongue though. You know, I met a ghoul at Open House who looked kind of lizardy and she had a REALLY long tongue. Maybe she'd let you take the tip off or something, it might be fresher.""You know, it is so nice, you being able to talk back," she added cheerfully.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:44 pm
The Plague Doctor's answer to Riley's question made Mot make a muffled snort from his meeting with the table top. It might have been It's ignorance to the sausage fiasco. Probably. Tess's little reaction to it was also rather amusing, albeit slightly disturbing.
Mot continued to keep his face down. He seemed oddly comfortable. In facet, he curled his arms around his head to make it comfier.
Apparently he needed a bit of rest.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 3:59 pm
Somewhere on the dance floor Junko suddenly resolved to never serve sausages or phallic-looking foods ever again.
She wasn't sure why.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 4:36 pm
Mitsu looked about the table trying to gather what was going on other than eclairs being a focus of enjoyment....at least to some. And could she hear the tune of something about dead puppies? Awwww....how sad.
Her attention darted from one person to the next as they interacted not sure if she should join in on the conversation or not. The lupine was pretty lost anyway. Especially with the Plague Doctor's answer about sausages. Who didn't like sausages?
Still, Mitsu was eying the eclairs. She hadn't really spotted any that didn't have a layer of chocolate on them but...she could always eat around the chocolate bit right?
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 4:55 pm
Shun seemed to relax some when the plague dollar answered in a manner that wasn't suggestive at all. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head to himself and looked towards Mitsu, who seemed to be eyeing some of the sweets. He couldn't really tell which of the things she was looking at exactly, though.
"Is there something you want?" he asked before glancing towards Mot. There seemed to be something wrong the the Reaper. Then again.. Mac was sitting in a rather similar fashion at the moment. Was there something he had missed?
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:01 pm
Oh? Absent? Despite being a little curious, the Baku was never one to push for more information, especially with people she just met. Instead, she grabbed the edges of her dress and dipped down in a little curtsy. "Nice to meet you, Marzena!"
She frowned when she suddenly noticed something from the corner of her eye. Mac and Mot were both seated at a table with their heads down. Was something wrong with the boils? Shun seemed to be okay at least. Turning to Vaith and Marzena, she flashed them a friendly smile. "Excuse me for a little bit, okay? I need to check on the others." She waved at the selkie and pat her date on her head before trotting towards the table that the three reapers were occupying.
With a polite smile towards Shun, the Baku turned her attention to the other two boils. "...Mot? Mr. Grumpyface? Are you two alright?" Brows knitting together in concern, she stooped down a little so that she could see their faces (or try to, at least). Mot seemed tired, poor boil, but Mac just seemed...bothered by something? It was hard for her to tell, considering that he was usually in a bad mood when she was around anyways. That wouldn't do!
"You know," She chirped suddenly, straightening and propping her hands up on her hips, "Since it's prom, I think you should be less of a grumpy face and let loose tonight, Mac!" Oh look, she used his name! "Let's go dance!" She reached out to take his wrist but, remembering what happened the last time she touched him, settled for pinching a bit of his sleeve between her fingers.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:08 pm
The music had picked up, and already Christof was stumbling clumsily, his face flushing as she gabbered on. "Er..." Was all he managed about halfway through. No. He knew where his tongue was. It wasn't like other Parts. He couldn't just replace it, not after.... after what the Good Doctor had done. "It... It ith nithe but um. I can't get uthed to it. I'm... i'm prething my luck enough. Um. I can't... i can't really talk about it." Which was the crux of the matter, really. He hoped, ultimately, that if he continued Good Behavior, his Master would have a change of heart... but it had been years now of endless disappointments. "If... if you're hungry we could er... go get you thome of thothe thpookieth?" Anything but making a fool of himself on the dance floor. Nearby, he saw Riley and Mal making a far more graceful display than his feeble bouncing and tripping and attempts to keep up with Cady, but he was glad she hadn't caught sight of them. For one thing, she might wonder why he wasn't dancing with his proper date. For another, she might make fun of him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:09 pm
Aurien tilted her head at Mandy. Completely ignoring any personal space boundaries, she leaned in and peered at the other girl's eyes. Aurian's own glowed a stronger red than usual in the semi-dark. "Huh. So it's a not-quite-blind date, then?" she asked. Eyes wide, head cocked to one side, she looked like an inquisitive puppy. Then she shook her head and the resemblance passed. It didn't matter to Aurian. She had a date, she was helping someone, and they were going to go and have lots of fun! What more could she ask for? "Okay, let's dance!" she agreed, following Mandy out to the dance floor. She copied the movements of a few other dancers, to be sure she was doing the right thing. Halfway through the song she found her own rhythm, a kind of fluidity more suited to slinking through shadows than to dancing, really, but who was going to complain?
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:28 pm
Danny stared at Roch, with her hand in his. It was kind of nice dancing with him. He wasn't the best dancer, that was for sure, but it was ... pleasant? Danny couldn't quite put her finger on the emotion. "Claire has a brother?" she asked. Danny thought back to her own brother, Oersted. She'd never seen him kiss anyone. He was always too wrapped up in his own work to ever spare some emotions. "Well I guess I'm jealous she has such a close relationship with her brother." Without a second thought, she set her head on Roch's shoulder. Quietly she said to herself, "I want one of those." She doubted Roch could even hear her.
She brought her head up off Roch's shoulder to look at Moure and Claire. "Awww they're so cute!" Looking at Roch she said, "Oh, but if you're hurt then they're not cute. They're very, very ugly." She smiled to show she was kidding. She wasn't really sure if Roch was upset or not.
Danny's head fell back on his shoulder. "Do you like her? Claire I mean," she said. It would be so sad if Roch did. Danny wanted happiness for Moure, she really did, but if it hurt Roch, she wasn't so sure. If only she could root for them both. Or there were two Claires. She would have to look into cloning later.
Suddenly the stopped and then picked up with a new, more upbeat song. "Thanks for the dance!" she said with big, childlike eyes. Prom was fun! Her stomach growled a little, not enough for Roch to hear, but enough for Danny to feel. "I'm hungry, let's go eat!" She grabbed Roch's hand and started walking, though she knew she would'nt have to drag him. Roch loved food more than Danny did.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:42 pm
Mot heard a familiar voice call to him. Mot slid turned his head to the side slightly to see who it was, catching Mac in the same position he was in. What for? Maybe Lizzy's...display? Possibly... But, the voice in question belonged to Xiu. "Oh hey, Xiu." He said with a smile, his eyes actually showing slightly thanks to his hat being tipped askew from laying his head down. He soon laid it back down again though.
A muffled response came soon after. "I'm fine~." He wasn't. But that didn't matter. He was mostly tired, but also recovering from his encounter with a phobia he forgot he had.
But, if anything, Mot was one to bounce back. Sooner more so than later.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 5:42 pm
"Want one of--" He stopped, shaking his head. Hell if he knew, or wanted to know. "Do I like Claire?" he repeated with a hint of shock. "You mean like like?" he asked. "As in--like, wanna kiss and--NO!" he said. "Jackdammit, Danny, I don't want a ghoulfriend. The last thing I want is a ghoulfriend! You were there for that lecture about sex!" he added in a harsh whisper, his face red with embarrassment. "You can explode from s**t like that!" He looked at where they were holding hands, wondering if he could explode from that, as well. It wasn't happening yet--YET.
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