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Junko giggled as Yaya's face pressed against her neck, turning her head enough to nuzzle her cheek against the top of her head and very unaware of the marid's unhappiness...okay...well, she took it as she merely was just being the usual affectionate Yaya while starting to wish her boilfriend was here. That was reasonable, right? She draped an arm across her friend's shoulders and held her close, playing with a free bit of the marid's hair.

The hair that wrapped around Yaya's wrist didn't do much for now, lifting her hand and moving it around like one would a marionette. Junko merely sighed and tried not to pay Her any mind, instead nodding in agreement with her friend. It was a huge relief to her that West didn't seem to be angry. It was a shock, but a happy one. Maybe the wrath demon wasn't so bad...he didn't get angry when she told him no in Music class! "Are you alright, Yaya?" She asked her quiet friend, giving her an affectionate squeeze as she did.

Her attention turned to Daisuke when he came over, smiling warmly to the boil and shaking her head; normally she would shrug but she didn't want to hit Yaya. "I'm not sure who I'm going to bid on, if I bid on anyone. I just came because Yaya wanted me to." And Junko adored Yaya, making it nearly impossible to say no to hanging out with her best friend. The hair that had wrapped around Yaya's wrist released it in midair to see if perhaps her hand would fall limp, reaching down to lift her arm again after. "And of course you can stay! I'd like that very mu--oh...the first round is over already? Oops." That'd gone by fast! Looked like Junko would have to pay more attention. The next auctionees were called up on stage and Junko tensed up. Mei? Eugh. Junko was definitely not bidding on her. Anyone but Mei-xiu.

"Should I bid, maybe?" Junko asked no one in particular; Yaya, Daisuke, West, anyone could answer her.

"Relax, Jericho, we could have fun together!" Aksaja called from the crowd, grinning. In actuality, he was just having a bit of fun here. If he happened to win the other, well. They could find something to do. It wasn't as if they had to really go on a romantic date if the other dragon was totally against that.

Not that Aksaja himself would be against it.

Christof wobbled and lowered his hands as the girls all seemed to be conspiring around him. He shifted, trying to see over their heads if the bidding was still going on- had he missed it? Did someone outbid him last minute?? If his head had been located more upright like normal people he would have been able to see fine, but-

And then the gnome's voice over the speakers rang in the air like a finishing bell and his eyes widened in amazement. Frantically ecstatic, he punched at the air joyfully, practically jumping up and down with glee. THEY WERE HIS!! THOSE LOVELY LANKY LADY LEGS oooooh he'd bring her back to his place and show her his new chair and their lovely straps and he couldn't get Malodore to lend him any sedatives but it would be alright because o the straps but the screaming might be a problem but a few stitches in the right place should take care of that and ooooooohhhh....

His legs nearly gave way under him as his head swam with the joy of victory- something the odd little fellow did not frequently feel- and his eyes were rolling as... suddenly... she was.... storming towards him with an expression that looked like she was ready to maim him.

That's not how it was supposed to go.

He lowered his hands, standing up straighter with a look of innocent horror as he backed up a few steps while Sin chewed him out- well... well yes, he did have a date... but... but... RIGHT. BARTH! If she needed a date to the dance, Barth could take her (and he would be right there with them, happily) and... and... he gave a whine in his throat, hurriedly raising his hands up in the impromptu horns again before frantically pointing towards the direction of the demon dorms and then to Sin, and then back towards the demon dorms and then put his hands together beside his head which he cocked to the side and made a snoring noise through his nose- Barth! Barth, see?? No reason to tell Morrigan anything unbecoming!

Both of them would be greatly welcome back at his place after the dance. But... but Sin.... he lowered his hands again, brows furrowed and eyes twinkling still in the afterglow of a Job Well Done, inching towards her to gingerly try to take a hold of one of her hands.

Christof had brought him here. Chrisof had signed him up. Calder hadn't had the luxury of surprise beforehand. He had out and had been mortified and close to strangling the Igor for days, but after the unfortunate fall, he had been unable to give the patchwork a proper throttling. The same patchwork who he could hear flailing for a bid on Sin. The Jerk! He still couldn't get over the fact the Igor thought he should be auctioned off, but after the groanspring hijacking and other small things, it was overdue. Of course Calder had already been saying he was going to go stallion to the dance, but secretly wanted to see if Alabaster was chaperoning to ask him for a dance.

The auction ruined these plans.

While he would have normally dressed in his torn clothes and made an extra effort to make his hair a mess, it was a depressing thought to think of being the one person not picked, not chosen, and done so publically that had prevented him otherwise. The idea of being alone by choice to the dance was fine and even had a sort of manly power to it. Being flat our unwanted and rejected by any bidders – well, he wouldn't be attending any dances for a long time.
So what did he do?

Well, the unspeakable, as much as he was flat out against it.

It was a good thing that Jericho had a large wingspan, folded or not, as Calder walked up on the makeshift stage and decided he might like it better to just hide behind the outraged boil. Better to cut off the view. Hair combed, styled, and completely devoid of any sticks or twigs aside the ornamental, man-eating blossom he worse as a headpiece, and of course, true Scottish garb for such occasions as a dance. He noticed Sin had dressed in, well, something interesting, though he guessed that's what her kind dressed in for a dance. Calder was just deciding that if he would do this, he might as well go all out. If he was going to burn in the flames of unwanted failure, might as well do it right.

"Um . . .I. . . I wonder if I did something wrong. I wanted to make Tybalt happy to have someone bid on him, but I didn't think I would win. I don't think he'd want to go to the dance with someone like me so I. . . should tell him sorry, right?"

Chuppi's words were mostly mumbled since she didn't move her face from Belladona's legs. She did tighten her grip a little bit, likely pricking the legs of the female reaper, but it was all unintentional. The chupacabra was just unhappy that she was happy because she had a chance of making someone else unhappy. This event looked like it would be okay since people were bidding, but so far it only looked like Sin and now Jericho were going for real grabs.

Did no one else want to bid, or where they waiting? Poor Alycone, she looked so sad next to that gnome.

The she-wolf was very aware of the warm hand that held hers still, almost as if she was 'claiming' the the she-wolf for the time being. Oh boy. What...what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? It was not in her nature to be mean to anyone. And that voice! It was alluring having this...demoness speak in her mind. That ever present blush on her cheeks got slightly darker hearing the private thoughts from Riley.

Ill...Ilith... what the Jack was that?! Riley was right. That word was gibberish to LW. "I...umm...sure?" She didn't quite catch on to the tension that was slowly building. To her, there was nothing wrong with Riley wishing to speak with her. Strange and unexpected yes. But not a bad thing.

LW had to work not to lean too much into Ren's hand. When he spoke, a part of the she-wolf became alert. That, was not the usual Ren. No. This was the Ren that dealt with his parents. She was pretty sure that only their little quartet had heard this tone before. It wasn't easy to discern it from his usual devilish one. As such, when she heard him, LW stiffened and really started to pay attention. To say that she wasn't confused would have been an understatement. What...why...? Ren filled it in for her and violet eyes widened slightly.

Bad. very bad. Would...would her best friend be mad if she stayed and spoke with the demoness? Could she stay knowing he was...not mad but...not himself?

Still trying to work out what to do, LW glanced over her shoulder and watched his retreating figure. A part of her tightened and felt that, maybe this was her fault? When Riley spoke, she turned towards the demon. She blinked owlishly. Inappropriate? A friendly kiss? Wait, what had she asked? "R-Ren...He...he's my-"

Really? REALLY? LW just wanted to...have a big whole open up in the ground and swallow her. Because that so was not Gabrian. But no. It was. There was no mistaking that cutie.

"I...wasn't...no. Wasn't p-planning on it." Though she kind of wished she had at the moment. "I...NO!" Lie. "S-s...so?!" She squeaked as he leaned in closer, heart speeding up a little. "I-I am faster!" Actually, she probably wasn't. At least when compared to the serpent. At his last statement, her cheeks were flaming and she had managed to pull her hand from Riley's to wrap both arms around herself. For some reason, she felt trapped. In the middle of...something that seemed to be brewing.

If too much more of this kept up, she was escaping. All of them. Probably going to Alessa's room. Girl time sounded really nice right about now. Ironically, she probably looked as freaked out as a rabbit right now.

He had meant to go back to Natalia, speaking with the cracked doll that he had seen briefly, perhaps once or twice before. Ren gave her a nod and a warm smile as he walked towards them. "Pleasure to meet you, Mei-Xiu" he said, but his plan to leave LW and Riley to their so-called private chat was unexpectedly interrupted by the arrival of someone he had, in fact, been expecting.

Although perhaps not quite so soon and so suddenly.

"Ow," said Ren as Gabrian's hand wrapped around his upper arm, jerking him to a stop. He stumbled slightly, turning golden eyes to glare at the nix, but his best friend's expression was neither accusing nor angry; in fact, he looked both inquisitive and concerned, eyes slightly narrowed, brows drawn together. Ren knew that look; he knew it all too well. It was the look Gabe tended to give him after Ren had been talking to his parents, the one that said We need to talk later.

The tension in his body relaxed somewhat, and he sighed, shaking his head. Gabrian let go, leaning down to talk to LW, and Ren stood there for a brief moment, debating whether or not he should just walk away. However, he had the distinct feeling that Gabe would just drag him back again, so with a quick swipe of his hand through his hair, he cast an apologetic smile towards Natalia and Mei-Xiu, attempting to indicate that he would speak with them both later.

This situation is giving me a headache. Ren reached up with one hand, massaging his head. Riley had seemed to give Gabrian quite the welcome, which hadn't really surprised him, but still vaguely irritated him. He slipped his hands into his pockets, glancing briefly around to see Tset a few feet away, looking unsure of herself. He raised a hand in greeting, smiling at her, and then turned his attention back to the what was going on. LW was looking distinctly uncomfortable with all of the attention; Ren felt a surge of guilt course through him and he frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. He was actually pleased that Gabrian was there, despite the fact that he knew the nix would probably dye his hair purple in his sleep for signing him up for the auction, but at the same time the fact that Gabe was there meant he could also relax a little bit.

...a very little.

"Oh? Hmm...well--" Oh Jack. How could she have forgotten about it? The thing, the creature, the hideous creature that took hold of her in times of stress, or contentment, or turmoil--really, whenever it damn well pleased. That must be why she could not remember! But oh, oh how sad it made Natalia to know that Mei; cute, very cute Mei with her tiny outfit and sexy red hair had to be a witness to the werelemurs...well, were lemur ways. A frown worked its way on her pale countenance, brows raising and furrowing all at once. It would be best not to bring up the beast, and to move on from that topic as quickly as possible. "Right." She murmured softly, more to confirm her decision than anything else.

"Mei-Exeeu...Icks-ooh...wow I haven't butchered a name like that in years...Hum, sorry love. It's the accent--well anyway Mei for short, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Properly, that is. A train crash is no way to go about introductions! I am glad we have this moment to make up for things." Pausing to gather her thoughts, Natalia rolled up and then back on the balls of her feet; even in the high heels she wore, this looked fluid and without falter.

The auction! That's right! When their names were called, the ghoul reached suddenly, and boldly over to Mei's hand and shook it gently to release her hold of the tail. The smooth touch of the other ghouls hand sent chills down her spine, but otherwise she did not seem to be cautious. "That's funny, I didn't even see you sign up!" Then with a smile she took hold of the ghouls hand firmly, pressing their palms together in one smooth motion before leading Mei toward the stage. This also left Renaissance without a shoulder to wrap around but Natalia was sure he would find someone to latch on to...Oh wait, no he had already found LW again! Perfect! In the mean time, Mei and the monster had a charity to participate in. "Might as well get this over with now, right?!" She half expected the other ghoul to pull away, and in an attempt to banish this notion Natalia quickly followed with. "It is for a good cause!" Giving Ren a quick wave and a kiss blown with her free hand, the ghoul was off and headed towards the spot light.

Natalia looked far too comfortable in her stance. Bending a knee, propping one hand on her waist, nibbling on her lower lip. It was intoxicating being the center of attention--and the rush it gave her was oh so very apparent. With eyes wide and alert, the werelemur posed idly for a moment before switching it up with a different stance, searching the crowd for a potential bidder.

One, in particular...

"This will be fun, and it will be over with soon." The ghoul whispered toward Mei.