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His groanspring had, more or less, exploded over the past couple of days. Apparently Scarentine's Day was a special time that two people spent together, and the student council was hosting a dance for it? Something like that -- Merope was still unsure what it was, and a search online with Moogle left him with even more questions then answers.

But, he supposed that he might as well give it a shot. Merope waited outside of Yui's class dressed in his etiquette class clothing: a white poet's shirt, black vest with matching black pants, and a red sash. He decided to drop the eye patch, instead accessorizing with a mysterious covered object he clutched protectively between his hands. The bell rang, and Merope straightened up as students began to leave, his tail swishing nervously as he waited for Yui.

Merope grinned, his bioluminescene glowing a bit brighter upon catching sight of the fair Samebito. "Ah! Yui!" He called, flaring out his fins to catch her attention. Or at least, that was his plan until his fin-like wings bumped into someone. "Sorry! Sorry!" He said quickly, folding his wings in and waiting for Yui to approach him.

Oh geeze. Great. What was he supposed to do now? "Uh, so how are you?" He began awkwardly. Immediately he wanted to slap himself on the forehead for starting it off like that. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Gentleman Pirate look was currently in fashion as far as Merope was concerned. Why else would there be a huge abundance of that particular style in the Lost & Found box, free for the taking? Nevermind that it probably belonged to an ex-pirate student that gave up the ways of the high seas and rum for the way or the ninja. Or robot. Or zombie. Or something else entirely.

"Y-Yeah," he stuttered, nervous. The undead boil took a deep breath, steadying his nerves before shifting whatever he was holding to one hand, using his free to remove the cloth that covered it. In the human world, boys gave flowers to girls. In Halloweentown, some boils did that too. Merope, on the other hand?



His bouquet that he offered to Yui was made up of coral and some colorful sea life. All in a portable, set-it-and-forget fishbowl without the fish. "Will you go to the Scarentine Dance with me?"

It was beautiful. She liked it. SHE LIKED IT! Merope wanted to grab her and twirl her around in his glee. The Moogle search had suggested giving that special someone flowers, but in all honesty he didn't know where to get any aside from the lawn. Weren't things that grew on the lawn weeds? He wasn't too sure, and went with what he knew: coral. The best place to get it? A minipet shop. His gamble paid off!

The boil returned her shark-grin with his own. "Great minds think alike, yes? But if it makes you feel better..." He took a step forward and carefully embraced her, mindful of the coral-bowl. "I'd love to go with you."

The boil took a step back, his fins drooping slightly. "Ah, Yui?" He began, lowering his voice, "I don't know where to go on from here. I asked you out but the dance won't be for awhile so we can't exactly go to it right now..."

Merope was too busy preoccupying himself with how nice Yui's hair smelled to notice her blush. It was customary to hug, right? He hoped so. He even made sure to wear clothes that covered up his exposed flesh as to not disgust her by accidentally touching her with them, or anything along that vein that crossed the thin line between "acceptable" and "DO NOT WANT" when it came to the undead.

"Random?" He echoed, flexing his ear-fins in thought. "That won't do. Maybe... we can meet later at 3:30 or 4 o'clock at the Haunted Hill and then we can go to the Maul for a bite to eat? To start?" Merope volunteered, "I mean, as long as we aren't out past curfew whenever that is and are back on campus in time, we can do something else too? I've got the whole night!" Not needing to sleep had its advantages. Except -- barnacles! "Unless you want to do something different or meet elsewhere or something," he added hurriedly.

She kissed him.

She kissed him.

She kissed him.

She kissed him.

Merope stared in euphoric stupor at Yui, a dark flush crossing his cheeks while his bioluminecent markings began to glow brightly. She kissed him! "!!" He said as his fins flared out, then folded, then twitched as he could barely restrain himself. "!!!" ... "!!!!!"

Something clicked on the boil's head, and he found his voice again. "I'dlovetowalkwithyou," he gushed, his fins immediately folding flat in embarrassment. "I mean, ah, yes I'd like to walkwithyooou. Walk with you, yes."

"Er, may I carry your bag for you?" He asked, offering his arm. Wait. Was he supposed to offer his arm? Or was he supposed to take her hand and hold it? Ah, the internet has failed him!

He carefully folded his wings tightly against his back before slinging her bookbag over his shoulder on the side opposite of Yui. He didn't offer to take the bouquet from her -- all in all, he was immensely pleased with how receptive she was of the gift. Though, should he offer to carry it for her? Her look told him otherwise, so instead he reached around her, hesitated, then put his arm around her waist anyway as they began to walk towards Yui's next class.

This was okay, right? "Well," he began, thinking. "Then in fairness this means I get to carry your things too, right? That way everything works out, though I honestly wouldn't mind carrying everything, really."