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Who: Cyrus, Voile
When: Oct. 27 - Late Afternoon
Where: FDC and Onwaaaards
What: Voile is making Cyrus go masquerade shopping with her. Which really means she's the one shopping and Cyrus is the 'sassy' friend holding all her things.
Warnings: Noooone.
Voile was smiling. In fact, she was doing that a lot as of the recent days. And weeks. If anyone had asked why, she certainly would have piped up with it having to do with Sonny. But in a more generic sense, it was the whole story of infatuation and what it did to someone in their entirety.
And the masquerade. The Gardevoir was positively enthused. Masquerades totally didn't happen in real life, after all. Those were a storybook happening and the idea that she got to participate in one was just over the top exciting and amazing and wonderful, and a bunch of other things that basically described an overwhelmingly happy girl. Chances were to counter all of that, however, there was Cyrus.
He'd seemed less than thrilled and as usual, was considering the extracurricular events of the academy as useless. It wasn't fair, but it was very Cyrus and Voile was beginning to learn to take most of what he said with a grain of salt. It was sort of like filing it under the pretense that he didn't know what he was saying. Except he did and she wasn't about to accept it as a valid excuse. But she could tolerate it. For a little bit anyway.
And when it got to be too much, she'd pinch him somewhere.
She hadn't even gotten to the pinching yet, though, because she was still waiting for him, right where she said she would be. Her chin tipped up and she lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the glaring sun, and her weight shifted between her feet. She hoped he arrived soon because she was really ready to get a move on.
When: Oct. 27 - Late Afternoon
Where: FDC and Onwaaaards
What: Voile is making Cyrus go masquerade shopping with her. Which really means she's the one shopping and Cyrus is the 'sassy' friend holding all her things.
Warnings: Noooone.
Voile was smiling. In fact, she was doing that a lot as of the recent days. And weeks. If anyone had asked why, she certainly would have piped up with it having to do with Sonny. But in a more generic sense, it was the whole story of infatuation and what it did to someone in their entirety.
And the masquerade. The Gardevoir was positively enthused. Masquerades totally didn't happen in real life, after all. Those were a storybook happening and the idea that she got to participate in one was just over the top exciting and amazing and wonderful, and a bunch of other things that basically described an overwhelmingly happy girl. Chances were to counter all of that, however, there was Cyrus.
He'd seemed less than thrilled and as usual, was considering the extracurricular events of the academy as useless. It wasn't fair, but it was very Cyrus and Voile was beginning to learn to take most of what he said with a grain of salt. It was sort of like filing it under the pretense that he didn't know what he was saying. Except he did and she wasn't about to accept it as a valid excuse. But she could tolerate it. For a little bit anyway.
And when it got to be too much, she'd pinch him somewhere.
She hadn't even gotten to the pinching yet, though, because she was still waiting for him, right where she said she would be. Her chin tipped up and she lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the glaring sun, and her weight shifted between her feet. She hoped he arrived soon because she was really ready to get a move on.