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"Oh my, you're still here boy," Asmodeus smiles as he leans to pet Ollie's head gently, scrunching his ears as he looks over the slobbery squirrel. "That is kinda gross," he breathes as he does slowly retreat his hand with a laugh, brows scrunching. "Glad to see the fish didn't get you sick".

Light followed the Wyverian to the dance hall, glad to be talking with someone who seemed to have a similar mindset to hers. "You're not new to tricks like the one we played on the Pale Horse, are you? Otherwise you'd just have a natural talent for challenging fate", she said. "I learned the do and don'ts from an experienced gambler... then made it fit to my style."

Ollie says something around a mouthful of squirrel that sounds like, "No the fish didn't get me sick it was very good do we have more?" but it's quite muffled by his refusal to put the squirrel down. His tail gently thumps against the floor.

The Duchess looks to the snowman, raising her eyebrows. "Well, let's see... We have a lute, a piano, and a guitar... Perhaps we need some wind instruments?"

"Oh." Nexus blinked in surprise, studying the cat-demon further. "I don't believe I've heard of those.. Getting a skeleton on a horse already sounds like more trouble than it's worth, but.. It does sound a good measure more entertaining than this."
Even the staff's eye blinked a bit and warily looked at Nexus with concern as if it were trying to dissuade her from the notion.

he dances over to Ollie and asmodues and sings " cause I'm still in love with you!" he said as he started to dance " when blossoms are bluming, I would think of you"

Ollie wags his tail, thumping it on the ground on beat to the music. This is purely accidental, but luck often smiles on Golden Retrievers. You can tell, because they had the good luck to be born one of the jolliest creatures on Earth.

"She complains of music other than something 'elegant,' and then she complains of 'flowery dances' being tiresome," the fiddler mused, just loud enough that he might be heard, yet still quiet enough that maybe he had only been speaking to himself. He tensed a bit upon hearing his instrument misnamed, then, and called out more clearly, "Violin. Or fiddle. I can play it either way."

"Not getting a skeleton horse.... getting robbed by a skeleton horse," Elliot corrected. They then looked up toward the duchess. "Wind instruments, huh? Does the mouth trumpet count? Brrr brrr brrr br brrrr brrr brrr brrr... no?" one thing was for certain. Even by mouth trumpet standards, Elliot clearly could not hold a tune.

"Let me see," The demon exhales, shadowed gaze scanning the buffet table which is considerably more empty than before. Slowly a tray of treats is lifted into his hand, being most vegetables it seems. The man pops an olive between his own lips before he tries offering a celery stick to Ollie. "These are nice and crunchy," he explains, smiling at the sight of Pan, nodding to him as he makes his way over.

Ollie peels back one lip and attempts to get the celery into his mouth without relinquishing the squirrel. There isn't enough luck in the world to accomplish this task, but by golly does he try.

The Wyverian stepped by Light's side, their arm available to Light if so desired. Then again, the Wyverian was indeed quite large, at nearly six feet tall. "Well, you learn how to deal with our little buddy 'fate' when you live in a more rural setting," they replied. "Though, you may not be unfamiliar with that entirely either."

When in the dance hall, they turned to face Light. "I'm going to be the first to admit that I don't really dance. Then again, maybe it's a bit like fighting, if you think that way?"

" clouds flowing freely made me think of you, so I wrote this little song. hoping you would sing along. back then it was only just a year, but I was still in love with you!"
he sung as he hapilly danced
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kWFRyQ5VU8 this is what he's singing)

"Oh, my greatest apologies!" The Duchess says, seeming genuinely contrite. "Violin, of course. I apologize, I think I was quite distraught when you first arrived and were playing -- someone was stealing my magic roses. But I should have remembered exactly the method you used to help me with that situation."

She also casts a glance over Elliot, just raising her eyebrows in response to the mouth trumpetting.

"How would a skeleton horse rob anyone without hands?" Nexus asked both Elliot and the staff. The staff had winced its eye completely shut at this point as if the question were entirely out of its scope to answer. "Whatever, whatever. It doesn't matter, I'm getting a drink."
She excused herself from where she was seated, figuring terrorizing the snacks was as good a feat of destruction as any for her liking.

"Oh, this one had hands...." Elliot replied to Nexus with a shrug as if it was a totally normal occurrence.

Wander tried to get some food but was too short.

The man took a breath and chuckled. Finishing off the treats he had taken, the fiddler moved toward the duchess, then bowed before her. "Of course. A minor annoyance of mine, and certainly nothing compared to the utter chaos you had to face."

His brilliant blue eyes, the only visible part of his head, lifted to the mistress of the ball. Raising only partly from his bow, he offered her a hand.

"And I'd be honored if you would let me treat you to a dance to help get your mind away from that mess."

Nexus looked down at Wander with a tilt of her head and knelt down to give him a pat on the head. "Do you need help, sweetie?"