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"OH!" She yipped, an unusually ghoulish sound. She guessed this was part of the dance but OH DEAR JACK, the way he was looking at her made her feel sort of. Like she didn't have nearly enough clothing on, or something.

She realized she was holding her breath, and as his fingers laced into hers she let it out slowly. "Ah, haha, uh, I guess it's not that unlike tangling? Um." She gulped, no longer able to resist, and met his eyes balefully. Had she done something to upset Riley? Or was Emily meant to be some kind of barrier between her and this...this definitely questionable conduct.

But, but. It was part of a dance. She had seen more suggestive looking dances, hadn't she? Only those didn't have partners, which was just as well.

Cady was, unfortunately, a little at Deacon's mercy at the moment.

The fact that Cady didn't immediately recoil and give him a good, hard slap upside the head was enough to say to Deacon that his selection of movements was perfectly acceptable.

At least this dance didn't involve Deacon thrusting his hips, or things would become even worse very quickly.

All too quickly, his date seemed to panic. Blinking in surprise - not that he should have been surprised - Deacon's hands came instantly to his sides.

He actually tensed for a moment, too. With her shouting, he was sure there was a strike coming.

When she only continued rambling, stumbling over her words, he tried his best to look apologetic. "Oh, uh... Sorry." His gaze adverted, a hand coming up to tunnel through his hair in nervousness. "Sure. We don't have to dance so close. Or together... I mean. Touching. We don't have to be touching."

And he probably would have managed agreeing with her quite well, had she not scolded him for his supposed 'wicker' ways. "My... What?" He said, before the words fully sank in. Then, he laughed. "The word is wicked, Cady..."

Although, that hadn't really answered either of her questions.

Jove blushed even more when Tomoko squeezed his hand, but he nodded and started towards the tables. Sitting down was a good idea, maybe he could escape the rest of the prom without dancing again. Of course, if they stumbled across Junko and Seiji again, maybe Tomoko would want to go dance with them.

The pup tugged at Tomoko's hand as he started towards the tables, and then he froze. And stared towards the entrance.

When did Cat arrive at the academy?! An almost comical shiver ran from his tail up to his neck as he recalled the strange feeling the other ghost had given him at the Open House. He was sure he didn't want to run into Cat right then, not when he was all dressed up, and still blushing like a ghoul after his dance with Tomoko.

But he had a sneaking suspicion it was too late.

Christof flushed further as Riley linked her arm with his and lead him and Jericho off of the dance floor, his eyes glued to his boots as he meekly babbled, "He thought um. Thinthe I had a date and um... that her... in c-cathe of k-kithing and um.. But my date, er..." He let it drop, she seemed to have other things on her mind anyway as he timidly took a seat at the table.

He slouched further, content on watching as Riley fidgeted. Had she been in the sweets already? More than likely. He was slightly disappointed in Jericho and Malodore for letting her, but so long as she was Happy and not embarrassing herself... And then she had started to dance around the dragon, jealousy bubbling up in his stomach again but like a Good Boy, he sat and said nothing.

Maybe he would try a spookie. Or a sausage. He wasn't hungry, though. By the time he glanced up again, Mistress was gone. He was about to ask Jericho where she had run off to, but by the time he opened his mouth the Dragon suddenly dropped out of sight only to be dragged under the table. The hunchback squeaked in alarm, scooting his chair out a bit to peer after him, brows knit as he hurriedly whispered, "Mithtreth? W-what are you doing?"

He really was going to get a drink for her? That was great! and...um.

Astra was quickly running out of ways to describe everything that was happening tonight, feeling too giddy and happy at being here and listening to the booming music. Now, if she could only find some of her friends..

What she did find, however, was a small ghost boy whom she recognized as Jove from the mushroom hunt, except now he looked much more hansom and cute in his prom suit "Ah! Jove! joovveee!" She called out to him, then paused as she saw the expression on his face. It was a mixture of embarrassment and..shock? She wasn't sure, as she was unaware that Jove had already met Cat which was the source of his discomfort.

...What? Tess was leaving, really? Her words about Lizzy and Xiu Mouse stung, and the pang of guilt from after he came back from kissing Lizzy once more punched him right in the gut. It was not something he felt often, but he felt it now, even if she did try to back track to make it up to him, the thought was still there; he was a terrible date, with his disappearing with Lizzy and dancing with Mouse and all.

"Yeah, alright." The Reaper managed to get out, offering a smile before she got out of his grasp to fly away. Poor Tess, maybe he'd have to make it up to her one day, instead of the other way around; he had to wonder if maybe she saw them out there. Another question for another day, perhaps.

Once she was out of sight, Mac turned and ducked back into the room, giving the male mindflayer more than enough space to make his exit, and took a seat at their table again. Well, he wanted to take a seat at the table, but Riley pulled Jericho under like some sort of sea monster. Err, okay, maybe sitting wasn't an option. If they were under there, who knows what was happening under the rest of the tables. Tsk tsk, and Jericho was convinced their relationship wasn't romantic! What a joke.

"No, that actually happened." Mac informed Lizzy upon arrival, frowning at the table for a moment before deciding to risk it and take a seat.