[Action] or [Prose]

[imbroglione]

Characters: Everyone
Status: OPEN!
Location: Central District - Masquerade Party.
Summary: The mini-event has teleported everyone into the same place, so here's a log for everyone!
Warnings: Let's warn for a bit of everything - just in case!
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[notaliberator]

{After being sat down for only a few moments, Atlas found his privacy intruded on by a blonde girl. He swore he recognised the voice, but it took him a few moments before he could pinpoint it - riiiight, that one girl who had thought they were suddenly buddy-buddy because they were both 'Irish'.}

Oh, Miss... Juliet was it? Aye, it's lovely. And the dress ain't--

{And then Shaun was there. He hadn't seen his flatmate all week, and while he'd fancied that he'd figured out why, there had been no way to confirm it until right now. So the other man was definitely feeling the effects of the damn love spell too? Atlas had to give it to him, he'd sure as hell done a good job fighting it off; he'd found it hard to leave Dino after their shopping trip and then, fuck, the more he tried not to think about going to the other man's flat and doing things he'd never even have dreamed of doing with another man before then, the more it happened.

So a dance was tame, and what the hell? He wasn't really in the mood for pretending to talk to kids. The more pissed off he got with this damn spell, the move he wanted to drop the fucking act and just be Frank fucking Fontaine. With a sly grin, he waved an apology to Juliet, and took the hand offered to him, standing up slowly and locking his eyes with the other man's.}

Sure. Why th'hell not. You'll owe me another omlette though, y'understand.

[fubblesnuggle]

[To be perfectly honest, he had expected Atlas to blow him off. Not to take his hand and agree to it. Shaun was sure that he was going to forget every simple dance he'd been taught, but all that mattered right now was that Atlas was there, about to dance with him. He smiled and led the man towards the floor and nodded.]

I'll make you all the omlette's you want.

[That had to be the cheesiest thing he had ever said in his life. And he had said some pretty cheesey things. With a face quickly reddening even more, Shaun calmed himself down and pulled Atlas closer and into a dancing position. Only, Atlas, you're the girl.]

[notaliberator]

{Whilst getting up and dancing right now wasn't his idea of a grand time, he went along with it anyway and allowed himself to be lead across to the middle of the park.}

Well, I couldn't ask fer anythin' else then, could I?

{His grin stayed in place as he toyed with the idea of messing with the other man, pretending he was also in love with him just to see Shaun's reaction. But he decided against it, not really willing to find himself bent over something and ravished - not by a man he was going to be living with until he found a way out.

When he found himself being moved into the female dancing position, he stepped back a little and raised a brow.}

Now, if we're gonna be dancin', I ain't gonna be the woman.

[fubblesnuggle]

[Oh, well...That made things a little difficult then. Shaun wasn't good at following the lead in a dance and he certainly didn't want to be the woman. He frowned and looked between them before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt as though he should just be happy that the man had agreed to the dance and do whatever made him happy. He fought with himself for a few moments before he shook his head.]

Alright, fine you lead and I'll follow.