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Terra fell into step with Yaya, enjoying the dance--and being completely unaware that it could be considered sexy.

And somehow between one chord and the next Roch was out of his his vest and showing off his skinny shirtless self again.

It was sweet of him, Gabriel said, to want them to be happy. Thackery looked pleased with himself for a brief moment, tail wagging, ears perked - until the 'but'. He stopped and tilted his head, eyeing Gabriel, then Efflo, then Gabriel again. He said they were happy on their own, and he wanted them to be happy, but Efflo's face didn't look very happy, and...

He didn't have any time to consider the subtleties or deeper meanings behind any of that, because the topic of becoming a slave to the pair had arisen again, and that panic of oh no oh no this is going all wrong set in again.

"No, no, I didn't wanna...I mean...no! I really do want you to be happy and stuff! But not all the rest of the things you said!" He began to back away, a worried frown setting in. "I like you both very much too, and...and, but, and...wait." Gabriel was very good with words in a way that made him very good at confusing him with words, and Thackery was uncertain over and over again whether or not he was even on the right subject.

He took another step back.

"I'm sorry! I hope maybe one day you'll wanna get married, 'cause it would be really nice. Or that you'll really be happy forever, if you don't wanna get married. You've gotta be happy forever!" He was out of arm's reach now, but spoke loudly enough to be heard, his words almost sulky among their demands. With another step, he heard his brother's voice, which was a very welcome distraction at this point of the night.

"Oh! That's mine!" Catching a glimpse of Siddie holding another of the missing contracts, he waved in her direction. "And that one's mine too!"

After a moment's thought, his smile turned into a more mischievous grin.

"Buuut, it could be yours..."

And oh, did Gene laugh at the boil's antics. Silver eyes lit up every time she was dipped, blue lips curling into smiles at his kisses and returning them with equal affection. A slender hand stroked at Mot's face on occasion, giggles breaking out from happiness. "Prom is better with an actual date, screech." She said with complete joy, squeezing him tightly. "I love you."

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Uttam's expression dropped momentarily into a mask of confusion and light shock. Someone actually insulted him? Shaking it off, he crossed his arms once again and turned up his nose. Not worth his time.

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Bittiface

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"Probably, but I can stand hearing it for the rest of the night." She chimed, a cerulean blush creeping up her cheeks. Mot had his way with words, one of the many reason the ghoul wanted to be with him in the first place. Gentlemen were so rare nowadays. "And you look quite dashing yourself, my dear. More handsome that Jack, I'd argue."

"Wow! What a compliment!" Mot laughed with a bashful smile. "Careful, I might develop an ego." Mot twirled the ghoul once again, jazzing up his dance moves since the music was a bit odd.

Smiling with a hint of self satisfaction, Gene flicked Mot on the chest, shaking her head. "You could stand to have a bit of a bigger one." She chided as they continued to dance, giggling a bit at the boil's new dance moves. She kept up pace, mostly sticking to what she knew but trying to imitate Mot from time to time. She enjoyed dancing, but didn't know many 'moves.' "You're better than you think, you know."

Bittiface

If Amrita noticed the way he stared, she didn't say anything. In fact, it actually seemed she honestly didn't; she had moved to looking at their hands, her lips pressed together as if trying to remember if this was right or not. The Patchwork wasn't much of a dancer; she had maybe danced once per dancing event, and even then none of them had been for very long.

Her thoughts went back to him as he twirled her, and she chuckled as she completed the turn, her free arm out for balance. She managed the whole thing without falling, and had settled right back into dancing with him, humming away to the songs she knew and pretending she knew the ones she didn't.

Before she knew it, several songs had passed, and she slowed down, eventually slipping her hand out of his.

"I think that's the longest we've ever danced before~" She commented idly, her first words to him in hours.

"Really?" Mot said with a smile, "Well, if you say so." He gave a short laugh, since there seemed to be a few people with that same sentiment. Mot still wasn't sold on it, yet. He was getting there, though.

It made Mot happy to see Gene attempt the same dancing Mot was doing. Grinning ear to ear, he did them over again to try and teach her, guiding her or holding her hand to help her along. It didn't matter if they looked good or professional. Any time spent with Gene laughing and carrying on was fun. "You dance well, Gene! Have you been practicing for me?" He asked with a wink.