How far gone is Party? Considering Ghoul's been compared to cake, he'd say pretty far gone.

Aside from the incredibly high level of ridiculousness everything seems to be fine, but Ghoul's struggling slightly. With Party nosing against his hair, Ghoul's face is left awkwardly smushed in to his neck and shoulder. He tolerates it for as long as he can before the need for fresh(ish) air becomes too great. He pulls his head back with a stupid grin and an, "Aw." Roses and cake and fancy whisky are all nice things. What a sweet thing to say. "You smell like the inside of a gym bag."

And that is not how returning compliments works...

"D'you need to sit down? When's the last time y'drank water?" At least Ghoul takes care of his foul gym bags.