☼ Heart № 007 [Red Ballroom]
Well there's something he didn't expect. A dance club? For a whole two minutes he just stood near the door in his fancy little suit that, while he might have been small, fit him as if it were tailored.
He felt almost liked he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. This looked like one of those 'grown up' clubs he saw on TV, the ones he knew he was too young to go to. But... There were a few other people in there; a lot of orange (gee thanks, Naruto), at least.
Maybe it wasn't so bad? He shuffled in, eyeing some of the people girls already in there, all dolled up and pretty-- even if there weren't many yet.
And like a nervous kid might, he bee-lined for the food table, scooping some punch into a glass. This time at least, it was the 'kid's bowl'.
He felt almost liked he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. This looked like one of those 'grown up' clubs he saw on TV, the ones he knew he was too young to go to. But... There were a few other people in there; a lot of orange (gee thanks, Naruto), at least.
Maybe it wasn't so bad? He shuffled in, eyeing some of the people girls already in there, all dolled up and pretty-- even if there weren't many yet.
And like a nervous kid might, he bee-lined for the food table, scooping some punch into a glass. This time at least, it was the 'kid's bowl'.