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Kenta was absolutely sure that she was getting the wrong idea. He was positive it was for a date.... but since she owed him a date anyways might as well go along....

"So I'm not allowed to put clothes on before we head off? Or you don't wish to dress up for this? I think a lot of people will be dressed up." He put on his puppy face.... which was ruined by the skull half of his face. He didn't mind walking around in only pants... but he'd feel really out of place if everyone else was all dolled up or in costumes....

Kenta was rather curious as to what would be at the dance. His vague memories said dancing... but that seemed rather bland for Amityville! And why host a date/slave auction for a simple dance?There was bound to be more.... Come to think of it... do I even know how to dance?

Kenta laughed and his tail wagged at her comment. "Pssh! No! Pants stay on." Ah well, if she was not going to let him change, he'd just go like this! People could just get used to his chest and skeletal parts.

Walking between the big static producing he growled as it shocked his fur into standing up.
"Ah man.. it's going to take forever for my tail to get un poofed." He said with a sigh as he looked at it. Running his hands through his hair, he tried to make the long strands stay down... and when they didn't, he tied it up in a pony tail with a growl. Static-y hair and fur was the worst! Figures the student council would do something that messed up fur and hair! That’s gonna make a whole bunch of ghouls and boils unhappy! After all the time spent to dress up no less! He cast his eye ver the mass of people moving around.

“Woah… look at some of those outfits!” He was eyeing one ghoul that really shouldn’t have been wearing that shade of green … plus some had gone over the top with fancy duds like that wedding dress… “Master dear, your clothes are shining quite brightly. Guess it’ll be easy to find you in here!” He quipped cheerfully.

He definitely felt out of place with only his sweat pants on! Jala at least had a top and bottom… skimpy though they were. His lack of an outfit meant the only thing glowing on him in the black lights were his bones… which he rather liked!

“I am glowing death! Fear my shininess!” He said with a grin as he stepped into a deeper shadow so the only thing that could be seen was his one amber eye reflecting the light and the bones glowing.


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