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Calder glanced back at his date and then back at Barth. "It's been....It's been going. Just...feeling it out. He does dance nicely." Not as close as Calder would like, but he did get to have one dance with Invictus and that was always a good thing. "Certainly a interesting boil. I'm hoping he won't mind if I walk him home." He leaned in with a smile. "I think I'm growing on him." Like an fungus you couldn't get rid of.

Barth looked over at Calder's date too. "You deserved a nice date. You're always so helpful, to everyone. I'm...not, exactly. And I don't know if I should be encouraging that sort of thing. But...I'm the sort that needs it, every now and again."

Christof wobbled a bit, flushing as he was hugged... and kissed. It was different when Amrita did it than when Shehk or Morrigan had... His mind didn't start to whirl in unpleasant ways, anyway... they just... felt oddly warm. Gingerly, he gave her a hug in return, "We thall hawe to danthe again thometime. When I er... learn more I thuppothe," He even chuckled, and the sound was just as odd in his throat as it had been coming from the little ghoul.

He then spotted Riley, flopped gently against her friends and his stomach twisted.

He supposed getting a dance with Mistress was going to be out of the question.

"Er.. It wath lowely but um... I er... thould tend to thingth ath well. You can keep the hat." He smiled, "You look er..." He struggled, scrambling for the right word before somehow managing to wrap his mouth around it, "Cute."

That said, he gave her a polite bow, turning to limp away, but suddenly Jericho was heading towards him.

He froze, his expression blank save for his furrowed brows as Jericho paused. He could only stare down at his shoes, murmuring a soft, "Um. Th-thank you." He opened his mouth, about to offer to take her off his hands, to do what an Igor was supposed to do for their Mistress, to tend to her and make sure she was safe and comfortable, but... apparently that position was filled. By an eternally stronger, faster, better looking boil. He closed his mouth, fidgeting again as he glanced over his shoulder towards Malodore, "Are... um... you leaving ath well, Mathter?"

"What, no picture of your first formal dance of the night?" Vaith asked, raising a golden eyebrow. His hands enveloped her small one while his other rested on the upper curve of her back, wondering if Xiu's hands always been so small. He led Xiu onto the dance floor with a practiced motion, although it barely hid the hint of awkwardness that always seemed to surround Vaith.

Vaith seemed to be looking for the words to say, his expression looking into the distance, clearly unfocused on the dance for a peculiar moment. He seemed to have formed something coherently because he spoke soon enough. "It's .. unfortunate that I didn't ask you for a dance earlier. We could have been dancing while all your friends were." He tried not to apologize because Xiu had told him to have fun and be himself. Apologies might have ruined the night uncomfortably. But it was Vaith's own way of saying he felt bad.

Things were slowing down... with the Prom court announced the different students were beginning to get a bit less rowdy, or so it seemed. Perhaps it had something to do with the choices of music that the booth had decided to play. A long time ago the tunes it blared out onto the dance floor had stopped being something that Aislin had set up and more things that it just seemed to play on it's own.

Nuk had gone off to do Student Council things, Sparrow was probably off wooing some other ghoul (which was fine). Cady was switching on and off between dancing with her own date and a patchwork boil. The banshee silently praised the manticore for keeping her options open.

With a sigh the ghostling relaxed in a chair near the refreshments. She'd wandered over to sample the punch as it seemed once more she was on her own. She hadn't been able to find Ys again, either. She could see other familiar figures dancing and talking with themselves... Danny, Jo, the one purple haired-Reaper that she'd teased during music class. But really... that was it.

Or so she thought. From the corner of her eyes she caught a dark-flickering of movement. Turning her head she expected perhaps a shadow playing tricks on her except... sure enough, there set in the head of the dark figure were two glowing eyes and a forever grinning mouth. The banshee straightened, took in a deep breath, and nearly screamed in her excitement to see her best friend.

"CAT!" Before the shadow-boil or even what seemed to be his date could probably register anything the banshee came running towards them. Who cared if she was in a dress - it wasn't like she risked showing her panties, they were already showing. Reaching feline-ghost she stopped short, managing to contain some form of courtesy towards his dance partner. Only some, however, as she reached out from behind him to wrap her arms about his neck, leaning against his back in a hug. "Cat! Why are you here!? Are you coming to the Academy?!"

The giggling was good, the blush was better, and the combination just seemed perfect. If it were possible for Mac to learn, one might think he learned from his earlier two attempts at kissing her...but he did not, it was strictly just the number of people around them. Sorry, everyone.

"...That's rather forward from a ghoul who just learned the innuendo of sausage." Mac teased, brow raised. He of course noted the way she shuffled and looked away, which...actually really only added to it. Oh man, Lizzy was just a tease through and through, wasn't she? Maybe she wasn't just a Spider Demon, skellington. "You do still have to tend to your Prom Date." He reminded her, though with a little scowl. Mostly because he didn't want to say OKAY SURE COME YOU CAN HAVE ME that just...sounded wrong. While he knew she was being innocent - hell, Lizzy was practically nothing if not innocent - but his mind couldn't help but gutter.

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Hee, he hugged her back! It felt nice...compeltely opposite to being hit! Life was good. Amrita could only pick out bits and pieces of what Christof was saying to her, but thankfully she got the idea, and after glancing back at Riley, nodded. "O-okay! Um...Thank you for the hat!" She didn't want to argue it here, not with Christof about to get busy...but she'd bring it to his attention later.

"...! Ah! Uh-m, ah, th-thank you." She murmured, pressing her hands down her dress. "A-and you look very nice." She added, before disappearing in a fit of sheepish...with his hat still on her head. Woo boy!

Barth could not, in fact, keep up with the rhythm and his tempo seemed undeterred by the sudden change entirely.

"Glad to be of service to your perceptions," Barth said, feeling like he was letting his race down in some respects. He knew, intellectually, that not so bad was the goal, but some part of him wanted to be acknowledged as a nefariously evil b*****d.

"...and to be your friend," he said. "And it's no trouble. My door's always unlocked. ...Usually unlocked. I'd rather you not swing by this evening. But any other time."