Dante took this time to relax and let the machinations of his spellbinding rizz spin up a party worth celebrating. Words were exchange, as were dances, a few kisses, and a couple of offers to sleep over so to say. He would have to wear his best pajamas. Some of friends he made had kids who were watching Rosen entertain them. He watched for a while before he went about mingling with the other guests. The hour grew later, and the sun was melting in the western sky. He had caught up with Rosen again and conversed with him for a time.

“Well don’t sell yourself short. The macabre contrast really brought the whole thing together. Once I got the ball rolling, they were more than happy to toil for a good time.”

When he inquired about his talents, Dante chuckled and cleared his throat.

“I wasn’t just suggesting you gussy up your flowers simply upon the virtue of fashion although that is reason enough to do so. You have a charming personality already, but never underestimate the power of presentation. How you appear to others is vital; anyone that tells you looks don’t matter either doesn’t have any or is a beautiful liar.”

He gestured to the people milling about and said, “When you know what others find alluring, terrifying, boring, haunting… you can capture their hearts. It’s about tapping into what people desire, and then giving it to them.” He smirked and said, “So if you want people to show you kindness, dress like a kind person, walk like a kind person, and speak like a kind person. Give no one the slightest impression you are anything other than that, and you’ll produce results in time.”

Rosen thought about the shared words for a moment. Its true that after all this time, he still only wore the clothes he reawakened in minus the cloak... The more he thought about, the more it made sense and the more he grew annoyed at himself. Fucking duh, you idiot. Your in the tatters that any other undead would wear. He facepalmed with his boney hand.
"Ughh, I hate that you're right. But ya, I probably should try to dress better at the very least. Though I don't know how I go about dressing in a way that doesn't mess up these flowers." He raised his arms up, showing the oddly placed flowers behind each cut on their sweater. 

"Anyways, about finding what people like, I'm not really sure about doing that personally. Just giving what people want sounds... disingenuous. Having to essentially be a different person also just sounds exhausting." Rosen cocked their head as the crowd of villagers began to pool over, dressed as nicely as they could be for a party like this. "Well, I appreciate the advice. The next time you see me, I'll be a mostly different person." He looked to the fellblood and winked... er, blinked? Hard to say with one eye. "I'll play, you dance?" 

The undead hopped forward, climbing up onto a stump.
"Alright! Lets eat, drink, and dance this night away!" The many flowers that decorated his body began to give an earthly glow of blues, pinks, and greens as the boy began to play a new song. This one's pace was an easy one to follow, keeping a cheery tone. Rosen grinned practically ear to ear as he began to let out a hopefully better chorus.
"Its been awhile. I've been... out on my own. I get a little anxious when I can't find you at home. Somebody said that it... it fades away. But in the interim, it was hard to see that way." ¹He tapped his foot as vines erupted from the ground, playing the role of waiters as they bring plates of food to the makeshift tables and blankets sat in a way one would for picnics. "Its been awhile. I've been... out on my own. I'm in denial about living life alone." He took a deep breath and... "I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid! I can't keep it together ever anyway! When every page is in disarray, I think we'll be ok. I said I don't like change but I'm not afraid! I can't keep it together ever anyway! When every page is in disarray, I think we'll be ok that way."

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1. Thorn Whip
(Not original lyrics for the record)