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The ghoul did nothing as the reaper boil in front of her took a step back, smile not even so much as wavering. She was getting used Johan's quirks, slowly but surely, and if a fraction more space between them made him more comfortable around her, then so be it. She wouldn't push, knowing full well it would get her absolutely no where.

Instead she held the wrist of one hand delicately with the other, shoulders rolling back as she bobbed her chin in a small nod of greeting. "Mm, good evening as well," she mused before a thoughtful frown chased away the benign smile. "Oh? That seems an unusual duty." Dark lips pursed as she considered it. "A shame you were forced into it, are you at least enjoying yourself?" She was almost scared to ask, quite she she knew the answer. She may not have known the boil for long, or all that well yet, but it was jarringly obvious that social interaction was not within his general interests. She couldn't imagine something as big and crowded as prom hold much of an appeal to him.

As he dropped his gaze to his suit Hadiyya did too, admiring the simple yet elegant tux. Her smile creeping back with a twitch at the corner of her mouth. Silken lashes dipping at his question. "No," She'd assure him, reaching out slowly towards his tie, and actually straightening it if he didn't move back away from her. Finger tips smoothing the material into place. "You look quite dapper actually."

He was a surly, grouchy individual on the best of days, so it was easy to forget that he was actually rather handsome behind his his hooded glare and near permanent scowl, but she could see it now. "Handsome even."

"You're not bad at dancing."

He smiled, at the very least she was no worse than he was. Dancing was not his best skill, if his dancing could be called a skill at all.

"Are you glad you came?"

A flicker of a familiar face caught his eye, his head turned to catch sight of Petro moving onto the dance floor with not one but two girls. He raised a brow, his tail twitched, flicking to hopefully catch his friend's attention.

Danny hopped off the table, almost landing on Moure. That would've been awkward. She glided happily into his outstretched arms (though they were outstretched in confusion, probably). "Mooooooure!" she shouted giddily.

Help? Did she need help? Well sort of. "Nope no help. I just wanted to dance with you! At least once. I mean you are my date" she said matter of factly. Danny had promised herself to not break up the Claire and Moure lovefest, but she couldn't help but feel the teensiest bit jealous that she hadn't gotten to dance with Moure, her date, all night.

The DJ switched to a slow song and Danny took Moure's hand, like a princess. Well if princess wore tennis shoes and ran around lighting things on fire. She began to waltz slowly, and she looked up at Moure. Never one to hide her feelings, Danny blatantly "So are you and Claire dating now? You guys better be after how long you guys were together. "

Danny nabbed Moure's chauffeur hat and put it on her own head. It sat a little awkwardly because of her horns and hair, but that was okay. She looked at Moure for a moment with one eye, examining him. "I think you look better with no hat," she said, grinning happily.

And the demon kept on dancing, still, as if nothing had happened.

There was a thing called personal space that the Hellhound just knew that Levi wasn't aware of. At least until she willingly let him go and he doubled over the table trying to catch his breath. Frankly he was tired of all the injuries he was getting at this gala. "I said what I said." he barked back before he could rip her open with a more snarky comment.

It wasn't as if he could tell her "Yeah I have no idea how I got here, another part of me can take over my body and do things, tada, thats why i'm here!" He knew she'd flip out and demand to know everything and frankly, the hellhound knew this was not the place to have such a conversation. "I'd tell ya to bite me, but you'd probably take it seriously." he grumbled out before taking a sip of his drink before noting the crown that sparkled in the light. "Princess." he finished with a mock wave of his hand into a sitting bow.

"So, meat draws the royalty from their carriage at the center of the crowd huh?" he drawled out while looking at the other dancers out on the floor , while sipping oh his drink.

Which he promptly chocked on after Xiu said that Levi and him were good friends. As if, he could only think of the tatzel as this annoying litter sister that needed to be crated for awhile. Howeveer the pat on his head from the Baku was much more appealing as Demi thumped his tail against the seat and pulled a grin back onto his pained face. "You could say that." he replied back, without adding the "But you probably shouldn't" that was at the tip of his tongue.

He gracefully accepted the drink from Roch before giving it a sip and a nod of approval. "Thanks for not saving my hide, but instead bringing back a tasty beverage." he said dryly to the reaper.

The demon had just a little more dance left in him but now he wanted some snacks. So...



And Charlie whisked him self away from the dance floor.

Junko had cheered for the winners of princess, prince, king, queen and even jester. Though admittedly she was disappointed Nuk didn't win jester...his speech was completely expected though. It completely shattered any belief that he had turned some new leaf and become a responsible skinwalker who followed rules. Psh. Rules. Rules were nothing to Nuk, huh? She chuckled and rolled her eyes, looking down at the cthulhu minipet in her arms. He looked so content! Perhaps it was time to give Cam the benefit of the doubt and give him a little dance. One small dance wouldn't hurt, right? She smiled, looking around for Seiji for a moment before holding Cam out at arm's length again with her hands tucked under his arms.

"You wanna dance, little guy?" She asked Cam with a giggle. How did one even dance with a minipet like this? Holding it out like this would be awkward if she did it for the entire dance, but she couldn't just...plant him on her chest. Maybe holding him a little closer wouldn't hurt. "If you're good I won't go to Riley and ask her if I can see if your wings function in a pinch, alright?"