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...Well, at least they could agree on something. She didn't take his words as boasting, she took them as a boil who was in a mixture of disbelief and awe at the ghoul he loved. Junko was quiet, simply watching the boil. He loved her and yet he so readily broke her heart with that stupid breakup. He loved her and yet he made Lizzy cry. Even Lizzy said once he could be very mean. He'd been mean to her, he'd been a huge jerk. It'd left a bad impression on Junko, one he had yet to remedy. He even admitted he didn't think he'd ever like her.

"What confuses me...is why you don't like me. You're right, you deserve my dislike." She pouted. "But I can't recall ever doing anything to earn yours." It bothered her. Was it simply because she didn't like him? You know what helps when you find out someone dislikes you? You try to fix that. Idiot. Junko kept the negativity off her face as best as she could.

At his proposal to go somewhere with him she blinked, looking genuinely thrown off by the question. Eh? Duke it out? She...wasn't really much into fighting. Junko didn't like to do it if she didn't have to. Her eyes turned away, looking thoughtful. "I...guess we can do something. I'd rather not fight, it's not my thing. But if you've got other ideas.." She shrugged, turning her gaze back to Mac again just as he spoke to Freya. Eh? What did Freya d--...she was still wearing her Murder Mystery get up. Junko giggled, shaking her head at the ghoul's behavior.

...And then she saw JD. Her eyes widened. "O..oh wow..." Special.

"Sometimes I can calm someone down, if they're physically near me...There are other side effects. But it can be useful. I helped someone sleep, once, when they had too many nightmares to get there on their own," she said, referring to Night; after Red died, Amarus had helped him get to sleep in the Commons of the Ghost dorm. Amarus would happily help absolutely anyone sleep if they needed it; it was nice being of use. Especially if it was Mot.

Amarus regarded Lizzy carefully, while she 'ranted.' "Final year, that's impressive-- I think I hardly survived my first year," Amarus finally replied. She didn't really know what else to say; most of her friends she hadn't seen in a long time, now. But she had made a lot of new friends so far, so maybe it would work out after all.

At least the awkwardness of Amarus mentioning Lizzy's chest was over, and Lizzy had even started to sparkle again-- it made Amarus feel less strange, given she was stuck with her ghost-glow. The sparkle was kind of mesmerizing. Terrifying, but mesmerizing. "I didn't even know I could enjoy something so much... I normally only do something to be the best at it. I don't mind being less than the best at dancing, because it's so fun. It feels like a gift I need to repay."

Amarus stared at the stranger as he approached, and referred to her as this lady. She held up one white-gloved hand in protest, and said, "Excuse me, I believe the proper term for me is 'trap,' according to Mac. So you mean to say, 'this trap'?" Amarus looked to Lizzy for support. That was what Mac had called her, right?

Freya glared at Junko suspiciously. "Why is everybody tryings teh gets me teh go talks teh Johnny Danger!?" She suddenly screeched out in a cracked, high pitched voice. "I'm beings a good ghoul! A GOOD GHOUL!"

She let Junko go, and started to wander away, her arms flailing madly around her.

"A GOOD GHOUL!"

Freya ran off, shrieking about talking to Johnny Danger.

She gave Mac a confused look.



"S..so anyway..."

The spin took him by surprise, and that was rather unsettling really. Thankfully the song soon ended, and as Alexander began to pull away so did Yin, backing up a small step. Alexander doffed his hat and gave a very overstated bow, and unsure of what he should do Yin gave him a somewhat more traditional bow in return. "It was my pleasure," he carefully intoned. And really? It was. It had not been nearly as bad as expected.

They were moving off of the dance floor now, which Yin was perfectly fine with, and he was already being steered toward the drinks by his rather thoughtful boilfriend. He nodded and waited until he had a drink in hand and was standing next to Alexander to really talk to him. "Is this all that occurs at a prom? Food and dancing? Does anything happen after this?" As he spoke he glanced around, wondering if there was anyone that he recognized in their mask. Really though, he was a blank slate, and now that the dancing was over with (for now at least) he was a bit more willing to try something new.

Once near the refreshment table, Alex had very considerately poured a drink for Yin, though he eyed it a little suspiciously before handing it over to him. "If it tastes a little...off...you might want to stop drinking it." Really, it wasn't unheard of that somebody at some point, especially with all of the chaos going on, may have spiked the punch by now. Still, though, Alex's throat was still feeling a little ragged, so he poured himself a cup as well, taking a small sip and scrunching up his face at the taste. It was nice and cool, however, and did feel nice on his sore throat, so he took another, much larger, gulp.

Standing next to Yin as he was, he had the sudden urge to reach over and wrap an arm around the other boil to hold him close. So instead, he immediately shoved that hand into a pocket to try and deter himself from doing so, knowing that the action probably would not have been received very well if he had gone through with it.

"Well, there is the prom court voting going on, so at some point I suppose they will announce the winners. But yes, for the most part, I think this is what a prom usually is. There might be some games..uh..I really don't know." Of course, this being Alex's first prom, he could only really compare it to those he'd seen on skeevee or read about in books. "There's a photo booth set up somewhere around here, I believe. If you want to try and get a photo taken again...I think that's fairly traditional for prom."

And after this? Alex could only really speculate as to what Yin meant, and his mind wandered towards things it probably shouldn't have.

Damn his boilfriend for looking so good in a tie! He'd never had these kinds of problems before now.

"We could also try and do some socializing, if you're feeling up for it. Also if there's anybody else you feel you'd like to dance with, I don't mind." He kind of doubted Yin was going to run off and do just that, but he thought he'd put it out there as an option, anyways, in case he felt obligated to stay glued to Alex's side all night just because the zomboil had invited him.

Amarus would honestly rather sleep less. It was a problem. It wasn't even like she enjoyed sleep, or really needed that much, it was just inevitable. "I'll trade with him. He can have my narcolepsy for a while," she said, shaking her head so that her bells rang again. Amarus had, so far, understood pretty much everything Lizzy said-- well, okay, not understood it but could at least kind of grasp where she was coming from. Until the thing about striving to be the best, but it equally being okay to do something out of enjoyment.

"The only reason I enjoy something is if I can learn to be the most powerful, the fastest, the most efficient..." Amarus counted the different 'important' features off on her fingers, then stopped to say: "Strength is crucial." Too bad it could make her unyielding, something she had not quite struggled with yet. Without a particular reason to change, no motivation to actually shift her perception, she'd likely continue on believing that.

After a brief pause, she bobbed her head to the side like she had earlier, shuffling sideways, smiling faintly."Dancing is the only exception, now," she said. But she certainly wasn't about to dance in front of the stranger who'd just approached them.

Apparently not a stranger to Lizzy at all, though! "You could try to scrub it off in the bathroom, perhaps? Or douse yourself with punch," Amarus chimed in helpfully. "Oh, and keep it away from me," she tacked on, her expression blank. It was hard to tell if she was kidding or not when her voice and expression were suddenly devoid of inflection or expression.

Too bad neither of them would understand trap, then, because Mar definitely didn't know what it was. She didn't even know what a Calder was until Lizzy explained. "You... are very expressive," Amarus told him, as though he didn't know. "Tseng, right? I don't have needles, or gravity, but..."

and her face was still completely blank as she leaned in to say: "I do give off a completely odourless, colourless smoke... you're breathing it in. Right now." What she didn't explain was that it was really just her Lotus smoke, the calming scent that made others relax more easily around her.