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Demi was already feeling sore from the workout he had today, the sauna was the one salvation from all the training classes drama and most off all the recent dilemmas, PROM. He couldn't suppress the shudder that rattled down his tail at the thought of wearing those clothes and the dancing, working up a sweat and washing it all away seemed like a much better time for the hellhound.

But the Sauna, sweet Jack that just made everything better, he'd gladly use the buddy system in here if it meant to relish in its hazy depths. "Crap I thought it was never going to end." he moaned out slowly, rotating his shoulders till there was a resounding pop and a audible sigh escaped as he sunk into a spot next to the half beast. "Tell me about it man, its all class, chaos, school events, repeat till you blow." he groaned out as he added a cupful of water to the warm rocks, watching fresh set of steam billow out to greet the tired duo.

"So, what you got on your plate to worry about Bul?" He inquired to the boil before adjusting the towel on his hips before the tie dug into his skin further, it was not helping him relax one bit, pretty counter productive.

And then he said it, the one word Damien really didn't want to hear, Prom. Not even the relaxing sauna could stop the tension rising up in his chest and he let out a howl of irritation to go with the thump of Bul's tail on the floor. <********' hell don't even say that s**t." he snarled out as the more angry personality emerged out from the depths of the hellhounds mind. "Prom, what a load of s**t, suits and tie and decorum, f that, but if you wanna go through with the crap, i can help ya find what ya need." he offered to the beast. All the years of his grandfathers grooming and ranting about being a gentleman was at least useful for something. He knew how to dress the part.

even if he found the damn thing itchy and uncomfortable. "And it ain't the geeks that know how to do it, just tha' bunch a' stiffs." he said in retort to Bul's comment, he'd be damned if the boil was going to call him a geek by comparison. Bringing the point home to Bul with the flick of the towel on his shoulder to the front of the red sweaty boil's face.

Tradition. If there was ever a phrase he wanted to physically spat on, it was that. And grind its existence into the dirt. "Tradition? Jack, you sound like the clan elder, he preached about tradition till my ears all but almost fell out." he barked back quickly, but with less heat than before, it wasn't his grandfather he was talking to but Bul, and he didn't do anything wrong to the hound to merit such treatment. The hounds was visually deflated as he gave up the anger in a huff and went back to his tirade.

"Prom to me is nothing more than the various meetings and balls that my clan had to attend, and I had no choice but to play a role in it, Presence of the next in line leader always had to look his best." he all but grounded out in a sarcastic tone to the steam that billowed away from him and his anger. "If I had it my way, I'd hide out from this big to do." he said simply to close off his rant, no means no, ban on top hats.

The pitiful glow of the half beast did wake him up from his own musings that right now Bul needed the help, he wanted to go to Prom at his best, not himself. "I'll help you man, its no prob, thankfully you don't have to worry bout being marked or nuthin'." he shrugged while poking at the strange glow of the boil's shoulder. He dare not ask what it was like, even if he waned to.

"Thankfully you got someone who can help you with formal stuff, we can go see whats Suit a Bul right after a shower, get it done fast and easy, right?" he offered a hand to the boil to show he was being genuine with his offer, no strings allowed.

Unless he forced the dog to go to prom as his houndman, then he could wear a bright pink frilly tux for all he cared.

Damien still wasn't buying what Bul was saying as he kept his arms crossed in front of him like a bratty scareling. "Still involves restricting and itchy attire." he whimpered out behind a pout.

There never were any after parties for the hound at the old balls he had to attend, nothing but hobknobing and strained greeting and smiles.he could still feel his paw itching at the thought as he rubbed the sweat off his skin. But again, he knew it mattered to the half beast and as a friend he wouldn't turn away his plea for assistance. "I'm rather surprised you did go to the students that knew how to sew in the first place man." he had to pause before asking his next question.

"I mean, do you even know your measurements?" he hurried after the glowing boil like a beacon in the mists to the shower stalls and picked his own little area to cleanse the purifying sweat off his much more relaxed form, his eyes fell back into their normal gaze and glow.

"Well, at least we both came prepared for emergencies, i've got my chain wallet on my pants, I could use some new clothing in case that stuff comes up again." he said with a grimace, the words just felt bitter in his mouth. He had to clean his ears with careful patience before doing anything else. "What exactly do you need? you looking for the entire ensemble?" he asked after a few moments of silence, other than the sound of falling water and the hound fiddling with his soap on a rope.

He wasn't taking any chances.

You mean that short. mine's about this bi-

Damien had his hands up in a sign of surrender to the boil, the last they needed was a brawl in this kind of environment, and lack of attire. "Hey hey, you asked for my help, had to see how much you needed y'know?" he explained to the boil before dunking his head in the water stream, letting soapy suds slide away into the abyss of the drain. "Ya just can;t assume you did that kinda stuff right?" he hurried up through the rest of his cleaning and lice prevention.

He was at least glad to know he didn't have to worry about much, just the main pieces that would clothe the spiky boil, as he sized up the bloke. "Ok, that's really not bad." he said happily before throwing his loofah at the boil jokingly. "So what color is the tie?" he asked honestly after shutting off his showerhead and scrubbed his hair with the fluffy white towel. The act of getting clean was a trial for the green eared boil, but it beat smelling like wet dog.

Even he hated that smell.

"Oho!" he practically shouted out before barely holding back his chuckling. "Mei eh? A GIFT HUH?" he smirked out behind knowing eyes. "I know what you could get her, but we need a box for that." he mused out sarcastically. "Well, a small box in your case."

Oh yeah, he went there like a proper dude boil.

He went after his runaway loofah with a hearty laugh and ducked into and area where he could put on his clothes in peace from the half beast. The comforting feeling of fur on his skin made him feel must more at ease and came back out to address the glowing boil.

"Well let's be thankful for that, sometimes too much of a color is" he had to pause in thought to figure out the best word for his sentence. "well, too much, like wearing a red suit, that is just NOT going to happen." he told Bul in finality, finger pointing and all to even dare him to question otherwise.

He did feel the need to check if his wallet was right where he left it, nestled in its little pocket and its clasp, the less stops they had to make to the maul the better in the hellhounds opinion. Even as the half beast snarled at him, Damiens toothy grin stayed in place behind his eyes swimming in laughter.

"Really now, I don't think i'm a appropriate gift for her, maybe a corsage or a necklace would work." he said, flicking his canine tail about to remind him that he wasn't the only one with an extra appendage. "Your glowing again buddy boil."

"Well, they could always use you as mood lighting man." he replied back with a wry smile, feeling back for the beast's luck before the prom, if only he didn't try to eat a bug. "Hey if you blush, does that mean your cheeks will glow pink?" he asked after they made it back into the main training room, double checking that his weights were indeed placed back.

The hellhound would be out of line if he gave the half beast a smack behind his head for even thinking about going full red with his attire, like some kind of walking blood splatter on the dance floor, but he didn't at least not physically. "Jack no, flashy red suit is a NO dude, you might as well walk around with sequins and a boa and wrap you arm around your boil date if you do that!" he all but barked out at him. "What you need to do, is go Classic."

"I couldn't agree more, all this talk of suits is making me itch." he said back, even if he took a bath, just talking about it made his skin crawl with discomfort. The question did take him off guard, having to pull out the well buried info on the clans suitors from the depths of his mind as he dipped his head in deep thought.

"You know, there is a suitor that's just before the mall, we can try there." he said after a small pause. "And you know your measurements so all ya gotta do is write them down and give it to them, it might take them a day to do alterations and you can try on a few pieces." he tried to keep the excitement from his voice, but the prospect of a dudes day out was starting to get him all jumpy.

"Shall we go give them a visit and see what we can find?"