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Well cross ma'ears- did'ja just say I was good at somethin'? Ya complimentin' me, West? Levi tilted her head, peering through West's mask. Her cheeks might have turned a different color which the ghoul just couldn't seem to control. Trying to make her words snarky was all Levi could do to have it sound like she was at least being her usual self but- it was not without faults. The tatzel ghoul looked down towards the floor at their feet as well while speaking, rising back up when West mentioned idiocy in relation.

Dancin' don't make'ya an idiot. The only thing Levi couldn't defend about dancing was whether or not it made a ghoul appear weak. This was a point she'd fought back home and why she'd learned to dance/continued practicing in secret with her family. She often danced along with her Pa. Perhaps simply not in her current tiny form. Think we'd be dancin'on this long if we were weak, boil? Takes muscles, speed n' endurance. It was partly reassuring herself; asking a strong fighter like West to dance was hard to do let alone having him compliment her on her ability to do so. Just means yer'able ta go on longer on yer'feet. Now if I can just get'ya ta' quit lookin' at 'em, kekeke.

The tatzel might've needed more punch- or perhaps some of that meat they had last year. The scarflies that had been fluttering around in her gut now demanded audibly (thank Jack for the cover of the music) that they required sustenance. Wanna maybe head-on over ta'tha meat- err, food? Maybe a lil' splash'a somethin'? Levi took just a couple of steps away, indicating she meant an exit off the dance floor in the direction of the refreshments table. Haven't had a peck'a anythin' tanight 'kept that punch. West was a growing boil too; he surely needed to eat something. A sudden random question appeared in her head: Just how big did wrath demon's get? She pondered in silence, staring at West.

"Y-You're just biased," Lizzy muttered at Mac, removing her hands from her face, and lowering them as she pouted; honestly, she was rather disappointed too. She had been looking forward to dancing to that song again, especially since it brought back some of the most unforgettable memories she had ever made in this school, "Something that came before...?"

She frowned, tilting her head as she was pursed her lips in thought, once again lost in her own little flashback world.

"... Oh..." If anyone thought that she couldn't turn any redder, she just proved them wrong. She managed to squeeze in one last hug for Tess before taking Mac's hand; she would have hugged Amarus too, but she seemed busy with her little... Dance... Thing with Tseng, although Lizzy was glad that she seemed to be having fun, "Ah, uh, yes... Please excuse us...! And I hope you have an enjoyable time!" It was said loud enough for the students 'dance battling' to hear, before she slipped away with her boilfriend.

Kiwi hurried through the crowd, scanning for any sign of Willow in her lavender dress. It wasn't easy to run through such a crowded place he was finding out, especially when he was forced to keep his wings so close to his side. He at last escaped free of the throng in time to see Willow, walking outside with a purple-haired Halloween boil he didn't recognize. The horseman hurried forward.

"Willow!!" he called as he came up beside her. "I'm sorry things became so crowded, I wasn't expecting everyone to ... I-I wanted make sure you were alright ... after that gnome incident, I thought maybe ..." He wasn't really sure what he was saying. It felt somehow awkward trying to speak with her, with a Halloween boil around. She was a Halloween student herself after all, and they were probably close ... not to mention he felt somehow responsible for not staying close enough to her for the night. It was his duty after all. He straightened up a bit, managing to keep his outward appearance intact, despite his inward mixed feelings. "I'm terribly sorry I ignored you, I shouldn't have. And ... who is your friend??"

Herryk grumbled again.

"All of this repetition makes Herryk think that Freya has not been a good ghoul." He wrapped his arms around her thighs, blue eyes twinkling from behind the strange plastic glasses he wore.

"Where did Freya disappear to earlier? Herryk has missed his beloved." Her narrowed his eyes briefly - a reminder that he had not forgotten their previous conversation, and that said conversation would likely come up again. He was nothing if not determined.

The reaper was as pleased as punch as the dragon agreed, and she held out her hand to him and waited for him to take it before she’d lead them out to the floor. “Ha, fair enough! I am not so…proficient one could say at this slow stuff…but we can just sway, right?” She grinned a bit.

“Thank you for humoring me, friend.”

Once out on the floor, Hel lightly rested her hands on the dragon’s shoulders and did just that, swayed to the music…whatever it was. She didn’t really care. Dancing was dancing.

Oh…loaded question Jericho, very loaded…but for the sake of not stressing him out any further, Hel just nodded her head. “Ya…uh…” The ghoul’s brows furrowed as she struggled to think of a topic that didn’t involve false reapers or battling. “…Ah! Have you looked into mentoring, friend?” There we go. Good topic. “I have! Hyde is my mentor now, and I have learned how to do something rather uh…interesting already because of him.”

“Oh, excellent…!” Nox…she was pretty sure she had heard that name somewhere in passing but it wasn’t really ringing a bell. “What uh…does he do, exactly?” Best way to learn is to ask, right? Hel was curious after all, what her fellow students were up to in comparison to her own experiences. At his question, her grin widened and she nodded. “I did…I honestly did not care much for him at first, since he ditched me multiple times…and used laughing gas on me…but maybe I can learn how to do that stuff too, ya?”

She laughed a bit. “I managed that through my charismatic personality.” Hel paused. “I was just stubborn, persistent, and violent, basically.”

Miss out on the fun? Titus doubted it. "I'll take my chances." And with that said he avoided taking anything from the refreshment table all save for one thing. He pulled off his glove to pluck a small piece of fruit from the table. He wasn't particularly sure what it was save for the fact that it was food. Regarding the item for a moment as if trying to find some sort of significance behind it he finally let it rest on top of his thumb and casually flicked it at a nearby student. It couldn't be helped that the particular student had a blind spot and probably never saw it coming. Such was life.



"Quite refreshing." Wiping his fingers on the table cloth as if he had just touched a poisonous substance, Titus eased his glove back over his clawed fingers. That was apparently the extent of the use he had for food. Projectiles.