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If there was ever one thing Salbei was good at, it was stroking egos. Thus when the ghoul in front of him practically preened, he knew immediately the easiest way to get on her good side. It made the slight grin widen, showing more of his teeth yet still managing to be entirely pleasant somehow.

"Taima." He repeated, testing out the name on his own tongue, his emaciated fingers closing around hers for a firm handshake. "Intentions? None vulgar, I assure you. I am merely here to, hmm, observe, learn? Like you I am somewhat new here, and looking to meet more people." And to see if more of his kind survived. His hand carefully turned hers, adjusting the hold just enough to raise her knuckles to his lips for a brief kiss. "Salbei, however you, sweet filly, may call me Sal." The Horseman straightened again, releasing her hand smoothly.

"I believe I have distracted you from the food table. May I join you?" His keen ears caught the sound of a name he recognized, making him curious enough to raise his red eyes and scan the crowd.

Alex? He knew an Alex. Owed an Alex, really. For a very important favour. He caught sight of the familiar boil in the distance, and internally found himself gleeing; already recognizing someone was impressive, given the amount of scarelings and horsemen alike milling about.

Watching West take his leave, Ev gave a small curtsy in a means of goodbye. Now that she noticed... a lot of students seemed to be in a rather.. romantic setting with one another. Ghoulfriends, boilfriends. Not what she had expected. Feeling a little, odd, for once, the Grand Bois felt a little beside herself of what to do until her friend arrived. Looking about the room, her moths gathering around her rather than drifting off, she decided to inspect the food display that was on the cloth covered tables. West had said there was good food, after all..

Well, that sort of answered it for her.

Feeling the tug of fabric-covered hand, she allowed herself to be taken to the dance floor, her head cocked a little to the side as he grabbed both hands and started to do a little jig, something a child would make. It was . . . amusing and a little adorable, and she found herself laughing at his antics, taking the initiative of music to sweep with him - a more graceful partner to the youthful demon.

"I can see you have done this before!" She chirped in happily, taking initiative to dance with him in more of a better tempo, her heels clicking against the dancefloor.

Pleased with his response Mitsu smiled before moving back to stand beside Shun. Her attention then turned to Amarus and Mitsu nodded. "I have I...wasn't very good last year." The lycan admitted. "Mot and Levi tried to teach me after but it....went a little astray near the end of the lesson." Meaning Levi had been high as a kite and they had all just...took a nap after. At least it had been fun. "It's very good to meet you."

"I wonder where Xiu is...I want to ask her to dance too." Mitsu stood on her tip toes and scanned for the ghoul. Not that it did her much good, even standing as high as she could she still couldn't see over most shoulders.

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As Titus approached the two felines he was very aware of one thing. The cold shoulder. It was frigid. The closer he got the more it felt like he was walking into the arctic tundra. Touche.

Still not entirely himself even now still processing that it had been Hel all along, Titus was still collecting the fragile pieces of his dignity. If only he could find it.

Hel stared up at Sammy as the ghoul suddenly stood, wondering how she could look stressed with she was wearing a full on mask, and then decided it must be her posture. Maybe she was holding herself too stiffly. Mmm yeah. That made sense.

“Haaa…do not care so much for turning heads right now, friend…but a good time? Ya.” She took the undead ghoul’s hand and stood. Dancing with friends? Sure. That was a very good time to the reaper, especially one she hadn’t talked to in a while. It was…fresh.

When Shaheen arrived it was with one hand placed on her hip, and the other resting on the shoulder of the towering war horseman at her side, as though by doing so she could keep him from trying to run, or fly, off. Her own wings were tucked in behind her back, though they were twitching slightly, one of many signs of the irritation she had been trying, and obviously failing, to conceal. One of the causes? The dress that she was wearing, which was not at all what she had expected to receive from the conquest horseman, Zhi, who had sewn it for her. Sure, he had followed her instructions on color, the dress itself a nice, deep red broken up around the bottom with black. And yes, he had made it a two piece, so her mid drift was bare, as were most of her legs. Really, it was covering no more of her then her usual garb, though actually possibly even less considering she was not wearing any of her usual leather accessories or arm guards. In fact, all she had on that was more the norm was the band around her forehead that held the two feathers in her hair (which was loose and curly and looked shiny and glorious, thank you very much) her usual simple leather footwear, and the blue beaded bracelet around her right wrist that clashed horribly with the red of her dress. Not that Shaheen really cared about any of that. No, what she cared about was the fact that the bottom half of her dress was layered, and ruffly, and just so...girly!

And then she was irratated with herself. For actually thinking that this was a good idea. For somehow finding herself standing in this entrance way, amber eyes taking in the surroundings with a wholly unimpressed expression. And no, she did not wear a mask because up until now, she had not known it was even a requirement. Well, no matter, she didn't actually plan on staying long anyways. Just enough to get her fill of what it was that everyone had seemed to excited about, and then she could ditch, with or without Shik, it didn't really matter to her. He was just here because misery, apparently, loves company. Oh, and she just knew how much he would hate to be here. That in itself was just enough to almost make this little adventure worthwhile.

So, without further ado, she let her arm drop from Shiks shoulder, and she took some striding steps further into the room, her ears accosted by the horrible sounds blaring out of the speaker system and making her wince.

"Shik." She suddenly said, whirling on him and reaching up with one hand to jab an index finger straight into his chest. "This was a terrible idea. I can't believe you would have actually convinced me we should come here." What? Shaheen admit she had made a mistake and take the blame? Pft, not likely.

Herryk promptly lifted Freya up in his arms, pausing only briefly to press his lips to hers in a quick, sweet kiss. Holding her firmly against his front, Herryk made his way back to the skreejay booth - slowly, he was in no rush to separate himself from the ghoul he held in his arms. There was a strange haze that seemed to drown out everything around them; to Herryk, in that moment, there was only him and the ghoul he loved more than anything else in this life. His Freya.

After a few steps, Herryk paused. He probably looked ridiculous, nothing like the warrior-viking he truly was, but it was nice just to hold her in his arms. Her feet undoubtedly dangled beneath her. Herryk paid no heed to anything else around them. Right now it was just a boil and his most beloved ghoul. The romantic, slow ballad swirled around them, and Herryk's eyes glittered in the dim light.

"The booth can wait, hmm? Will Freya dance with her poor, humble boilfriend?" His bulky arms tightened around her slim form as his eyes dipped to drink in the smile on her lips.