Shinjiro was at the door, dressed nicely, outright ignoring the people as they came and went aside from when he had to get the door, or make a crass remark about some jackass that looked at him in a way he didn't like.
What? Just because he dressed nice didn't mean he had to act nice.
His fingers were twitching for a cigarette, and he kept chewing on his lip - eventually it started bleeding and he had to stop, deciding to take a quick break to fetch something to drink from the punch bowl. He finally took a sip when he'd settled back by the door and stopped, staring at his cup as he swallowed thoughtfully.
Oh yeah, that was vodka in there. He could recognize it in an instant.
...Shinjiro shrugged his shoulders and remained where he was, drinking the rest of the cup. Well- it wasn't his fault, no one could blame him for it, right? He'd just keep on up at the punch while he guarded the door.
(Fine with any tags taking place at any time throughout the night, as Shinjiro's pretty much gonna be in one place.)
..."Aragaki." The voice seemingly came out of nowhere. Having just arrived, Mitsuru quickly spotted Shinjiro, though she almost had to double-take.
She now stood in front of him, adorning a dress of her own, and making sure to stay out of the way of incoming guests. It had been a long time since she'd even seen him without the beanie.
"You look nice." Her voice was clean of any sarcasm.
Shinjiro reddened slightly at Mitsuru's words because he knew there was no way she would say that sarcastically - or just to be polite.
"Kirijo." he greeted in return, straightening up and trying to look a bit more presentable - Something he only ever did with Mitsuru. "You too, but that goes without saying."
"Oh? I never knew you were so talented with flattery, Aragaki." She followed with a hummed laugh. "Thank you, though. I'm not one for dresses, but the occasion called for it."
He seemed to be taking the job pretty seriously, and Mitsuru was glad to see so. She actually worried about Shinjiro quite a bit; the law only being one of many topics that came to mind. She refrained from nagging him about things, though, knowing that was mostly Akihiko's job. She only pitched in when she saw fit.
"You wouldn't happen to know if Aigis is already inside, would you? I'm supposed to meet up with her."
Teta had only just arrived, but she could already tell that this was different from any ball she had ever attended in her life (not that she had really went to more than one, and a handful of obligatory events at the Aristocratic School, mind you). Gone were the soft stucco walls of the palace dance floors, with large marble columns in the typical style; gone were the violinists, sitting on the stage with a conductor, continually playing music while the dancers danced and enjoyed themselves listening to (or ignoring) their hard work; gone was the stiffness of the various dancers, glancing at the others appraisingly under layers upon layers of makeover (Simple lipstick in Ivalice was expensive if one had the right brand...Teta hated to think how much Gil it cost to buy the rest of it, always in the highest quality
( ... )
Link fidgeted with his coat as he led Princess Peach into the prom. He really wasn't used to wearing these kinds of clothes. He had tried on the shoes before he bought them, but they still weren't broken in, and they felt stiff and uncomfortable. His other clothes weren't too bad. The green shirt was alright, and the black slacks weren't as comfortable as they looked, but he'd survive. It was a little warm for the coat though.
Link remembered to get Peach a small pink rose before the prom. He had spent almost all of his money, which wasn't a lot, on the outfit he was currently wearing, and he didn't have enough for anything else that the princess would have found acceptable. He was flat broke now, and he hoped that this event would be worth the trouble.
The princess was cute, and she seemed excited enough to go to the dance with him, which brought up his spirits a bit. He hoped that she'd have a good time. He also hoped that another princess would have fun as well.
'You're going with someone else, don't think about her!'
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Peach was so incredibly excited! She had a date with someone new (although she swore she'd met him before, but she just couldn't put a finger on it) and even better, he was cute! He was incredibly charming too. He had such manners.
She accepted the rose with such a cheerful smile, even gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek (platonic of course, dear Zelda ♥). She took his arm and skipped along, almost glided as they made their way to the prom. Then when he opened the door for her, that's when Peach saw the beautiful decorations. "Oh my, it's so beautiful!"
Link followed Peach inside. The decorations were pretty good. There was a large dance floor with chairs and tables set around it. There were also some tables piled high with various foods and another with a large bowl of punch. The normal lights were dimmed in order for the various colored lights that rolled and zoomed around the room to pop out, and there were colored ribbons and balloons placed everywhere. Music was already booming from the DJ's stereo. Perhaps for any other person going to prom, it looked awesome. Link however, not being one to experience anything even remotely like this, preferred to be in the middle of a monster-infested dungeon. At least he knew what to do in a situation like that.
Despite the anxiety that flooded the hero's stomach, Link kept a smile on his face. "It does look amazing. Would you like me to get you anything?" Link wanted to keep dancing out of the question as long as possible, as he wasn't very confident about his dancing skills. "Looks like they've got enough food to feed an army."
Peach thought for a moment. There was so much to see and do! Oh my she was so excited she could simply jump for joy and squee! But alas, all of that came out in a delicate titter.
"Oh a cup of punch would be most wonderful!" Peach replied. Little did she know that Hiruma had spiked the punch. This would prove to be interesting.
It was amusing spiking the punch, probably the only thing he would find funny for the entire night. The thought of a prom rather disgusted him in reality. Dressing up in a over itchy tuxedo, wearing a bowtie, it really was too much for him.
He'd rather be someplace else, but the thought of the school being wasted off their asses was going to be a sight to see. Besides, Musashi in a tux was half worth it too.
Musashi wasn't the least bit surprised when he came back from the snack table, full plate in hand, to see Hiruma lurking about the punch bowl. That meant he wasn't drinking anything from that bowl for the rest of the night. He had wanted some punch, too...
"You can't keep your fingers out of anything, can you?" It was more of a rhetorical question; he already knew the answer.
"Kekeke. I don't want to be bored if I have to be here." And lurking was such a devious word to use. He w2as simply skulking around the punch bowl. It wasn't like he put enough in to hurt anyone.
Unless, of course, they had some kind of addiction to punch.
Sun Ce had debated for the past couple of days whether to wear the traditional formal robes he had brought from home, or a new tuxedo that would probably fit better into the crowd. In the end he had decided to go with the tux and dished out the money a day or two back in order to be ready properly when the day came--today. He was pretty sure Da knew and they would be matching.
The only thing that made him stand out any was the fact that he'd added a tiger skin "cummerbund" (a makeshift article that was usually worn in a similar fashion to the modern cummerbund anyway, therefore worked in place of one) to his wardrobe. It... was just too traditional of his family to leave out he felt.
The Little Prince met up with Da and headed to the prom. He looked quite content and not a little prideful to be wandering in with such a beautiful date (who just so happened to be his beloved wife, of course) on his strong arm.
Dressed in an elegant but simple cream-colored gown, Da Qiao decided to follow suit in her husband's ode to modern fashion. She felt different outside of her traditional clothing, almost as if she was a completely new woman all together. The cream gown was an A-line cut that flared out towards the bottom like a mock princess gown. The dress was sleeveless with only dainty small straps adorned with tiny pearls.
Her hair was free from her usual pigtails and worn loose flowing past her bare shoulders. Da Qiao had just a dab of makeup upon her face, just some coral pink gloss and light pink blush.
Sun Ce's beloved wife looked so proud to be by his side. It was almost as if she was glowing from excitement.
Of course Sun Ce had already complimented her on her gorgeous looks, but it was on his mind to say it again when he was distracted by the movement on the dance floor. There was such much going on it was hard to focus on just one thing and his eyes kept wandering around, soaking it all in as much as he could
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What? Just because he dressed nice didn't mean he had to act nice.
His fingers were twitching for a cigarette, and he kept chewing on his lip - eventually it started bleeding and he had to stop, deciding to take a quick break to fetch something to drink from the punch bowl. He finally took a sip when he'd settled back by the door and stopped, staring at his cup as he swallowed thoughtfully.
Oh yeah, that was vodka in there. He could recognize it in an instant.
...Shinjiro shrugged his shoulders and remained where he was, drinking the rest of the cup. Well- it wasn't his fault, no one could blame him for it, right? He'd just keep on up at the punch while he guarded the door.
(Fine with any tags taking place at any time throughout the night, as Shinjiro's pretty much gonna be in one place.)
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She now stood in front of him, adorning a dress of her own, and making sure to stay out of the way of incoming guests. It had been a long time since she'd even seen him without the beanie.
"You look nice." Her voice was clean of any sarcasm.
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"Kirijo." he greeted in return, straightening up and trying to look a bit more presentable - Something he only ever did with Mitsuru. "You too, but that goes without saying."
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He seemed to be taking the job pretty seriously, and Mitsuru was glad to see so. She actually worried about Shinjiro quite a bit; the law only being one of many topics that came to mind. She refrained from nagging him about things, though, knowing that was mostly Akihiko's job. She only pitched in when she saw fit.
"You wouldn't happen to know if Aigis is already inside, would you? I'm supposed to meet up with her."
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Link remembered to get Peach a small pink rose before the prom. He had spent almost all of his money, which wasn't a lot, on the outfit he was currently wearing, and he didn't have enough for anything else that the princess would have found acceptable. He was flat broke now, and he hoped that this event would be worth the trouble.
The princess was cute, and she seemed excited enough to go to the dance with him, which brought up his spirits a bit. He hoped that she'd have a good time. He also hoped that another princess would have fun as well.
'You're going with someone else, don't think about her!' ( ... )
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She accepted the rose with such a cheerful smile, even gave him a thank you kiss on the cheek (platonic of course, dear Zelda ♥). She took his arm and skipped along, almost glided as they made their way to the prom. Then when he opened the door for her, that's when Peach saw the beautiful decorations. "Oh my, it's so beautiful!"
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Despite the anxiety that flooded the hero's stomach, Link kept a smile on his face. "It does look amazing. Would you like me to get you anything?" Link wanted to keep dancing out of the question as long as possible, as he wasn't very confident about his dancing skills. "Looks like they've got enough food to feed an army."
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"Oh a cup of punch would be most wonderful!" Peach replied. Little did she know that Hiruma had spiked the punch. This would prove to be interesting.
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He'd rather be someplace else, but the thought of the school being wasted off their asses was going to be a sight to see. Besides, Musashi in a tux was half worth it too.
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"You can't keep your fingers out of anything, can you?" It was more of a rhetorical question; he already knew the answer.
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Unless, of course, they had some kind of addiction to punch.
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The only thing that made him stand out any was the fact that he'd added a tiger skin "cummerbund" (a makeshift article that was usually worn in a similar fashion to the modern cummerbund anyway, therefore worked in place of one) to his wardrobe. It... was just too traditional of his family to leave out he felt.
The Little Prince met up with Da and headed to the prom. He looked quite content and not a little prideful to be wandering in with such a beautiful date (who just so happened to be his beloved wife, of course) on his strong arm.
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Her hair was free from her usual pigtails and worn loose flowing past her bare shoulders. Da Qiao had just a dab of makeup upon her face, just some coral pink gloss and light pink blush.
Sun Ce's beloved wife looked so proud to be by his side. It was almost as if she was glowing from excitement.
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