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Christof shifted as his question fell on deaf ears. His attention perked up as suddenly Junko came RUNNING... only to vanish under the table, followed by Seiji who thankfully didn't, but clearly something odd was happening... and whatever it was, it was none of his business. Apparently. He sagged, feeling increasingly awkward sitting at the table which was filling with people under it, and was about to try to ask again when suddenly Riley... bolted.

What... exactly had just happened?

He supposed he'd never know.

Sagging, he wobbled to his feet, not bothering to say goodbye... it's not like anyone would notice him gone, at any rate. She probably wanted a private place to cuddle with her Dragon, anyway.

So let's review his Prom experience, he mulled to himself as he quietly shifted over to the buffet to at least pretend like he was doing something. His date had left him. His best friend was angry at him for not trusting HIS date. Even though said date had tortured him to within an inch of his undead life. Master Barth was too busy making out with his own date to be much company... And his Mistress was ignoring him. Really, the only time the evening had picked up had been when he had danced with the boil he hated. That depressed him most of all.

Overall, he figured, Dances were not for him.

Maybe he should just wait back stage until maybe Mistress needed the puppet again. Maybe.

He half hopefully looked for Cady again, even though the ghoul worried him but... no... her own date seemed to have found her again. That... that was good, right? Yes.

He'd... he'd just have to find some way to be useful elsewhere.

Jericho had run off, but he wasn't quite paying attention to where Riley had run - because it seemed Mot had just grown tentacles.

Said tentacles slid carefully around him from behind, scooping up two of the candy coated brains, and disappearing behind his back.

Congratulations on your new appendages, Mot.

Looking down, he saw something strange.

Somethings strange.

"..." Mot's already weary expression became disturbed as he watched the apendages creep out, grab some... brains.. and leave behind him.

Mot curled into a ball. "Whatisgoingon.."

"Oh...okay..." Junko pouted a little, looking over what she could see of Mot's face for some sign of...anything. Yes, he did seem a little off. Though maybe it was because she didn't know him that well that he seemed off to her. What she had seen of him so far had been very cheerful! This was not so cheerful.

So yes. He did seem off. "I don't know...you seem a little melancholy. Like something's bothering you." Junko hummed. "Or maybe you're just tired. If that's it I'm sorry fo--" Why...was Mot suddenly growing purple tentacles?

...Oh, hell no! "No! Bad Riley! Bad!" She scolded Riley like she would Aoi when he was misbehaving, lifting the plate above her head and slightly behind her with one hand so she could swat at the tentacles coming at her. Unfortunately she lost two brains. Crap. She gave the tentacles a swat anyway as they disappeared behind Mot again. Poor Mot looked terrified. Junko frowned, feeling bad about all this. It was kind of her fault.

Then again. Riley should know the power of self control.

"I'm sorry, Mot. This is all my fault. Just um...don't...don't move. Riley's behind you. It's just Riley. I promise." Junko looked around again, searching for some kind of solution. She tilted her head back to look up at Seiji. "Are you sure you don't want more?" There were four left on the plate she was holding. Sh-she could look away while he ate! Really! She'd be okay!

...Maybe Christof would want a brain? She spotted the patchwork nearby, waving her free hand to him. "Christof! Christooooooooof!"

Junko was not falling for that trick again! Not this time!

Riley was being a bad girl.

Mac's eye roll was met with a giggle from Lizzy, who found the 'mother' comment rather funny, although her giggling soon stopped when he mentioned that they hadn't danced. It's true. They hadn't, mostly because until a moment ago, she had been rather desperate to avoid the boil, so dancing with him was not even on her agenda of the night.

Now though? Only if he asked. The right way.

"Thank you!" She smiled at the compliment just as Junko was... Pulled under the table. Ah... Uh. Well. she might had shifted her chair back just a little at that scene.

When Riley, Jericho and Junko popped back out again, she pushed her chair back again and just watched. That was, until Junko's comment about Mot being 'off' caused her to stump in her seat. She was a bad date. A bad bad date, when Mot had been pretty awesome the whole evening, making her laugh and getting along...

Riley made it worse. That whimper - whether it really was Mot's or not - caused her to rather upset. When Mot growled, however, she found herself taking his hand, "Shh, she's just on a sugar high. I'm sorry... It's all my fault..." She sounded like she was about to cry.

Riley tilted her head slightly, coming out of her hiding place to look under Mot's hat.

Are you sad? She whispered. I would have shared with you if you had just asked.

She held out half of the brain she hadn't finished yet, as a token of friendship.