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She chuckled leaning on him for a second and shaking her head, "I figured you'd at least learn the Paso Doble. It looks like your style..." She paused and glanced around sneakily like. "I picked up this book called Ghouls Guide to Ballroom dancing when I was looking for mask ideas."

She grinned, "It's a very bad a** style of ballroom dancing." She informed. "They showed vampires dancing it. Very awesome with their capes." There was a moment where she stared at him when he stuck his tongue out, it looked like she had considered grabbing it. Which would've allowed for her to pull out a cliche` 'Cat got your tongue?' moment.

Roch snorted. "Nah, no dancin' for me. I grew up on the streets, not in the ballroom," he told her straight off, spinning her again. "Me, I'm best left with a guitar in my hand and only a fork and a knife. Anythin' more than that and I toss them all over my shoulders and eat with my hands," he told her. "If you're lookin' for a classy dancer, we can find you a demon."

“Not, I’m afraid unless I plan on shedding a great man feathers and we find some tar. But honestly I’m quite fond of my feathers.” He admitted. “I haven’t quite as many colors as my relatives yet, but I keep hoping.”

He tiled his head. “Where are you from?” He asked, “Have you been around for some of these most curious events that I have heard the hints of whispers about?” He was curious to say the least, but he assumed he’d have to coil on Remy or Jack to get a full run down, because other than that he wasn’t sure who might or might not have been here the whole time, and there were so many new faces he couldn’t even begin to guess at.

A Horseman? Taima's eyes widened at the realization that all this time, she'd been talking to one of them, the ones she'd heard and read about. Rumors swirled like riptides as to the circumstances of their arrival with little hard evidence to substantiate any of them, encouraging wild speculation among those who, like Taima, didn't know the facts. A thousand questions danced on the tip of Taima's tongue, desperate to be answered. She hardly knew where to begin!

However, it seemed that her curiosity would have to wait. Taima gasped in surprise as her newfound friend abruptly dropped to his knees and started hacking. "H-hey, um," she said worriedly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay? Do you need me to find you some water or something?" Sal was clearly in no state to answer her, his thin frame shuddering beneath her hand. "Don't worry, I'll, um, find something," she said, trying and failing at reassurance as she looked around the room for something, anything that might stop Salbei's cough.

Unsurprisingly, he aimless search turned out fruitless, and as she turned back to Salbei she noticed the red stain slowly spreading across the fabric of the scarf he was coughing into. Crap. Taima didn't know how to deal with this!

She released Sal's shoulder and hopped onto the buffet table with a flap of her wings, not really caring what she landed in. "IS THERE A HEALER IN THE HOUSE?" Taima shouted over the music. "SALBEI'S, LIKE, DYING OVER HERE!"

"Swimming?" He tilted his head curiously. "Alright!" Muka perked and bobbled his head. Even if he won, he'd still like to try swimming. The strix had no fear of water but he'd only really bathed or been in water that he could stand in. Mostly he'd waded in it and never actually been.. swimming.

"If I win, you and I will go shopping together." Muka giggled happily. "My treat. We will have a proper maul trip and do all the fun things. Have you ever done anything like that?" He would also probably spoil her rotten. AND HIMSELF TOO. He loved the maul.

"What do you say to that?" He seemed eager to start, his eyes darting down to the plate.

Well, that sort of sealed the deal, didn't it?

Admittedly, she thought that the sudden action would have sent the horseman in a flight reaction, like a startled animal. As the tense moments melted away, and he returned the affection once again, she leaned in to him a bit.

A soft sigh escaped from the horsewoman as Mengyao wrapped himself around her more, his much taller form engulfing her small form. She couldn't help but chuckle softly during the second kiss, unable to shake the small amusement that came from who-knows-where.

"Your height is making this a little difficult." She murmured against his lips as she broke off the kiss, taking a moment to look down behind her, at her feet. She was basically on her tip-toes. Looking back at Mengyao, she rubbed her thumb against his face, having left them there in the momentary shock, feeling a little youthful and sheepish, like . . . well, a girl at the ball. Giddy, she assumed. It was not a feeling she experienced often - having been in such a strict environment as a youth.







Spinning his brother-in-arms around, he stuck his tongue out at the little fireball of a friend barked out at them again. "You're just jealous that we didn't have any dresses for you~" He mocked Pachua, before giving him a soft grin.

Ask the end of Remi and Jack's dance, he gave his friend a little curtsey, looking around. "I'm gonna go see who else I can prank, possibly." He stated, his wry smile lingering as he wandered off in to the crowds, trying to see if a certain kitsune was around, his tail flickering behind him contently.

It took him a few moments of hard looking, but he caught the smallest glint of golden hair and pretty looks, wrapped in a soft dress, and being escorted by one of the cerberus brothers. He didn't know exactly which one it had been, only knowing them by title than anything, he quickly wandered closer to them, before grabbing his skirts and billowing them out to give Tomoko and her escort a showy curtsey.

"Tomo~," He sing-songed to her, standing straight again. "Could a lonely cat borrow you for a dance, possibly?" He asked, feeling a little bold with his sudden proclamation, looking to the canine boil, hoping he wasn't encroaching too much.

The sound of a foot stomping on the floor was easily ignore amidst the dancing and music. Fai had finally managed to snatch one of the "phones" from an errant purse and was starting to try and make it do things when the silly ghoul started screaming over his best friend.

Alas, what could a horseman do? He slipped the phone into his robes and weaved his way through the crowd. "Hello, scareling?" he called up to Taima. "Please do calm down, he's not dying. Sal, shall I help you out?" he asked the choking man. It wasn't how most would interpret it, though. He meant out of the auditorium.

The fins that made up Merope's "mask" flexed, clenching on reflex as Lizzy encouraged him. "I... Yeah, I'll try. Thanks," Merope stammered, returning her hug and giving the ghoul an embarrassed grin before she whisked away to speak with other people. The undead withdrew from the dance floor, moving towards the food table. He grabbed a random tidbit of food at random and began to watch the other guests, content to observe for now.