Party's going to turn his entire body in to a giant bruise one day. He twitches from the smack, then laughs. "I already dazzle everybody, I don't need glitter." And that right there is the ultimate filthy lie. He dazzles no one.

The draping thing isn't so bad, actually. Party's weight is more spread out so he doesn't feel crushed, and it's warm. Definite win there. Ghoul sighs against the blanket he's got bunched up near his face, then he decides he'll be kind and change the movie for Princess.

As he backs out of the movie and hunts around for a new one, he decides to bring up something he'd noticed. "You got different stuff sittin' out from last time I was here." The paintings. New ones, he assumes, and they all look more... aggressive, or something. Fuck if he knows how to describe paint smeared on stuff, it just looks mad. "You ain't goin' all angry-teenager on me, are you?"