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Mot had to laugh. She really didn't like that previous song. Mot tended to like almost all songs and forms of music. There wasn't much he didn't like.

"Really?" he exclaimed happily as she admitted to enjoying dancing. "Well that's great. It's really best when you just let yourself have fun with it." She wasn't looking at her feet so much either, which probably was helping. It wasn't as fun if she only focused on technique.

"Mine?" He tilted his head, ponytail falling to the side as he thought. "I love lively dances with a lot of movement, like Swing Dancing." He chuckled and shrugged. "That is something I can not teach you in one sitting." Lot's of shuffling and partner tossing.

Mot once again laughed, grinning at his partner. "I was never worried about my shins. I've noticed your feet have been intangible this whole time." His sixth sense as a reaper allowed him to know the ghoul was a ghost before she'd even spoken to him. "But honestly, a kicked shin or two is nothing." The best fun was when things didn't go quite to plan, anyway.

The music got a bit livelier, so the reaper smiled and nodded his head. "Ready to try something a little more fast paced?"

He smiled, gently placing the chain around her neck and latching the clasp. To him, the pendant may have made her even more beautiful.

"As long as you have this, I will always be with you."

A silly sentiment perhaps, but a sincere one.

"Shall we?"

He offered his arm, whatever uncertainty that had been in the twitch of his tail having vanished as he led his ghoulfriend from the dorms to the hall that held the prom. He didn't think they were late, but it seemed the hall was already crowded, a glance around the room revealing several familiar faces. Was that Tro over there? Sheridan raised his hand in a wave then turned his eyes toward Tess.

"Should we dance?"

Willow had worn a purple dress that had a lacy flower pattern down one side. Her tail flickered as she smiled, when Kiwi had arrived to pick her up. Of course, they arrived in style via kiwi's mount. Willow seemed to be enjoying herself thus far and they hadn't gotten to the prom yet.

It was when they got to the prom she noticed just how many where there, "Oh.... this is a lot of ghouls and boils." She said softly taking Kiwi's arm and clinging to it perhaps a little too much. It'd take a few minutes before she'd even start to relax. There seemed to be a questioning look when Kiwi mentioned Famine's Celebrations. "What sort of things did you Celebrate?"

Distractions were nice, she adjusted the cat mask she'd managed to make. She'd painted it different shades of purple to match her dress.

Amarus typically didn't listen to much music, and when she did it was instrumental alone. Instrumental music comforted her. But comfort wasn't necessarily a good thing when the more relaxed she got the more likely it was she would simply pass out altogether. "I am not used to "fun" that is not based on winning or losing," she explained. Which was true. She couldn't remember ever enjoying herself when it wasn't a competition-- oh, except for that one time when she was hanging out with Kettil. At least that wasn't a competition? She didn't think.

Given this was entirely new for her, it was hard not to focus so heavily on technique, but the more she was distracted the less she thought about it and the more she enjoyed it. It was really nice to move without thinking about that. "Swing dancing? It sounds... fast, yes. Lively. Too bad you can't teach me just now," she lamented, with a half-smile. The more action, the better.

"...yeah, it would take that extra bit of concentration to solidify them, really. It just seems to help." Amarus didn't explain why she was always so tangible, because she didn't really understand it herself. In truth, it was because part of her still mourned the loss of her body, her past, whoever she had been. Her memories. Lately she'd learned to get over that, but it wasn't a completely healed wound. So keeping herself totally tangible from her knees up when she was younger, and her ankles up now that she was an older student, helped her forget. Sometimes. And the sometimes was what really helped. "I don't know, Mot; have you seen heels? They look like weaponry. I feel like a kick in heels is well avoided?" Amarus suggested, cheering up a bit.

Amarus perked right up when he suggested they try something fast paced. "Challenge me!" she said, laughing. "If I bowl you over, we'll call it a learning experience and if you ever tell anyone I will duel you for my honour," Amarus said, grinning.

"Fun is pretty fun, isn't it?" He joked with a chuckle. Mot nodded, "I could try and teach you here, but I fear you might trip over your intangible feet." Swing dancing took a fair bit of coordination between partners.

Mot had to laugh. Heels could be considered a deadly weapon, indeed.

"Challenge it is!" He chuckled at the duel idea and shifted his posture. "Okay, try to move to the music with me." This time he tried not to baby her through it quite as much, more bounce in his step as he lead them around the dance floor.

"I won't get mad if you trip me." He called to her over the music. "I won't tell anyone either, promise!"

Nuru's floppy ear flicked idly at the booming voice suggesting requests. His lips peeled back in a toothy feral grin and his hold on Zar tightened. Jove was safe... for now... as Nuru charged towards the skreejay with Zar determinedly in tow.

Reaching the booth Nuru scrawled a request out on a crumpled bit of paper that once was attached to Zar and slid it towards Herryk. It was about now he suddenly realized just who the skreejay was and smiled brightly at him.

He lowered his voice so not to disrupt the music, "Hey, ah didn' know you were skreejayin'?"

Yep! Any ol'time- uh... Once again the ghoul had to glance around in case of gawking eyes or listening ears. Brushing hair was a fine and dandy way to pass time. Potential opponents just didn't need to know she enjoyed such activities. When the coast was clear, she continued.

Yew got'it. Can braid'ya n' everythin' The tatzel smiled at the banshee ghoul, flickering a stray strand of hair that always just seemed to float over Siobhan's head.