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Roch reached for her hand when they went inside. "Don't want to get separated," he told her with a shrug. Then, almost as if he knew it would happen, he found them a small clearing amongst the dancers.

Then he started dancing with Willow. Or... y'know... trying to dance.

Roch stopped, then grinned, because this was the perfect way to shove confusion into the back of his mind. Then he started mimicking her. "Like this?" he asked her, knowing he looked like an idiot--but it wasn't as if that was any different. "What's with the hands thing, though?" he asked--he was doing that, too.

"It is strange to you as well? I felt it rude to ask, so I thought perhaps it was a fad among boils that I did not know.." Siobhan answered, tilting her head around to watch Remi and Jack twirl in their dresses.

"Silly boils."

"I only met Remi earlier tonight!" She declared loudly, a bright smile on her face. "He three glitter at me, and gave me a dance and roses. He is very charming, is he not?" The banshee giggled amusedly, pulling the poor boil around the dance floor.

"I gather you have not seen them a long while?"

Mot cringed his nose and then simply laughed. "Maybe you're right. A lady does not say things like pissing like horses." He flicked her mask and shrugged.

The papa comment with laughed at softly. "No, definitely not." Especially since he'd met her papa.

Oooooh her papa.

“No, It’s my fault though, I haven’t been around for, a long while.” He admitted. “The dresses are defiantly new. Their nice colors and all that, but, they are defiantly not a good…” He stopped himself and shook his head. “You’re both ridiculous! If your going to wear ‘not pants’ then at least make it a practical length!” He scolded them soundly.

Turning his attention back he had the good grace to look at least slightly embarrassed before adding. “I guess at least we both got glittered, you don’t look so bad in it, but… my scales and feathers!” He huffed and scrubbed at his cheek with a rattle of feathers and beads.

“Thank you for this dance though, I can thank them for that.” He nodded and shot them both another –look-.

"I promise she'll be in the same condition she left in." Mac promised Seiji with a laugh, 'borrowing' Junko from him like he would any object. "Won't be long, just a little dance~" He certainly didn't want to keep her all night. Or even some of the night. Ten to fifteen minutes tops, and that's being generous.

Given the boilfriend's permission, Mac took Junko's hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. "That's fine, we can take it slow, screw the music." Clearly his give a ******** was broken, and he was quite willing to ignore the music playing in favour of getting some personal time in with his Ghoulfriend's apparent Soulmate. Resisting the urge to run away screaming COOOOOTIIIEEEES, Mac took up a simple dance pose with Junko, moving slow at first to test and see what her limits were in that dress.

"Can I be honest with you?" The Psychopomp was keeping his voice low, well aware that Lizzy was watching them.





"And I would be an eager test subject! I don't imagine you could do me harm." Salbei seemed amused at the concept, he had done much worse things than cooking to himself. Much, much worse. The answer to her question seemed to surprise him, and yet not at the same time, but nonetheless it made his job much easier in the end.

"No, I wasn't there for it, but it is a great deal of my story, glad to hear it is out of the way!" The Horseman chuckled sadly, his voice still scratching. With the way it was going he had the forethought to put the cup and the treat down near the edge of the table. "I am a Horseman of Famine, I suppose now a Horseman of the Lost Clans-" There was a brief, throaty chuckle, almost a mock of his choice of words. In a way, they were Lost, and yet...they were not. He had a hard time coming to terms with it, but he had to. There was more he wanted to say, but it seemed whatever was tickling his throat was coming back with a vengeance no matter how he struggled against it.

"N-not...in a trad-" He paused, covering his mouth for a closed-mouth cough, still apparently trying to fight it. "-itional ss---" Salbei couldn't control it anymore, sinking to his knees; one hand gripped the edge of the table while the other held the fabrics of his scarves against his mouth. He coughed so violently into it that his tall, thin body wracked and shook, trembling with every hoarse, barking cough.



Needle didn't mind his weight gain at all; her eyesight was too poor to even pretend that it mattered, among other things. The idea of having an eating contest at Prom was a pretty attractive one, as she was quite willing to try her hand at beating him again. He had out-ate her badly the last time, but she was determined!

"So long as there would be plenty left for others...You are on." They neared the table and Muka let her in on his plan, a grin forming on her lips now, taking the offered plate and holding it carefully. "That sounds like a fine idea." She started putting some things on her plate, stacking it carefully to be able to fit as much as possible on it.

It had taken some creative balancing, but they managed to get several plates piled with food between them on the table, ready and waiting to be part of a pretty important contest. The ghoul clearled her throat, taking a seat near the plates designated as hers. "First one to finish, wins?" The engraver ask, confirming. "Should we set, ah---what is it called...mmm...stakes?"

Muka laid the plates out evenly for the two of them. There were only a couple in comparison to when they went to the buffet but it didn't stop him from being ravenous. Already his stomach was growling and he was leaning over the plates hungrily.

"Stakes?" He bobbed backwards, head tilting at the Engraver. "What did you have in mind? What do you get.. if you win?"

He was already spinning, trying to think of things that she may say no to during regular circumstances?