Oct 06, 2007 01:45
Naminé's feet were tired, and her corsage was wilted. And she had laughed and danced and chatted and ... how odd, she hadn't minded at all that people noticed her.
She stopped in front of his doorway, only hesitating for a moment. It had been understood, that she would be staying tonight, hadn't it? If he would rather walk her to her room, she didn't want to presume.
"I had a lovely time," she said with a light smile.
(for ze valentine)
valentine,
yours and mine,
dances