Welcome to the BAFA Ball [Open]

[saltybirds]

Characters: All BAF officers and their guests.
Content: It's the BAFA Ball. Yes.
Setting: Valhalla Ballroom
Time: 5 p.m. to
Warnings: There better be no fighting, or you could face dismissal from the BAF~

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"I thought you said you'd wear something decent..." Sync half muttered, half stuttered, partly thankful for the mask that he wore except for the fact that it didn't cut off the area between Arietta's chest that he was fighting oh so hard not to look at. If there was one thing the mask was good for, it was hiding the slight blush on his cheeks as he turned away from her to gaze passively over at the dance floor nearby.

They arrived some time ago, and since neither were exactly the social type he quickly lead them over to one of the couches, sitting down on one side whilst readjusting his tie. Since his normal uniform was ripped at the ends he was forced to work with an actual tuxedo. He wore a white shirt with the collar untucked, partially covered with a black vest and a red tie tucked in. Over that lay a black coat that split into two tails at the end, with normal dress pants and shoes. The suit itself was gold-trimmed as to not make his mask seem eccentric compared to the rest of what he was wearing

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"I thought I was," Arietta replied quietly, looking down at her attire. She had walked into the first place she found and pretty much let a salesclerk pick out her dress for her. What did Arietta know about clothes? Of course, perhaps the clerk had something else in mind when he had picked out Arietta's dress. It was probably far too short and revealing for such an event, but it was easy to move in and in the end that was all that really mattered to her. Even if she kept on self-consciously pulling the hem down.

She was glad to be over in rest area. She didn't want to dance or talk to people other than Sync. There was no one else she knew here anyway.

"How long will this be?" she asked, looking over at him, knowing that Sync would want to leave as soon as was possible. She pulled down the hem of her dress again as she said this. It was now becoming somewhat of a habit.

[ooc; Art by the AMAZING Brenda, who's art is far superior to mine. Yes.]

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Sync chose not to comment any more on the chosen attire that Arietta wore, attention diverted towards the stage that had been set up nearby. He confessed that he had no idea what brought about the Academy's decision to show a ballet, especially when a majority of the Military consisted of the masculine variety. Whatever the case was he really couldn't find himself to care any more so than he did with everything else, and that wasn't by much.

"My guess is a little more than Midnight, probably by an hour or two." He answered the girl's question, satisfied with his tie's position and let his hands rest over his lap. Sync would've preferred to spend his time elsewhere, but he guessed it was okay as long as Arietta was there with him.

Choosing to brave a glance at the girl, he glared hardly at the pendant she wore on her neck in an attempt not to waver downwards towards other ‘accessories’.

"Are you thirsty?"

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Arietta suppressed the urge to sigh at Sync's answer. This was going to be a long night then.

"A little, I guess," she replied, self-consciously beginning to finger the pendant Sync seemed to be so intent at staring at. Wait, was Sync going to go get the drinks and come back? No, he couldn't leave her, not even for a moment! She didn't want to be left alone with these people.

"If you're going to get a drink then I'll come too." Clingy? No, not at all.

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Sync raised an eyebrow beneath his mask, wondering why Arietta would want to come with him. It'd only take him one, maybe two minutes tops, but he guessed she was just as bored as him. It didn't make much of a difference to him anyway, as long as she didn't touch him with her... chest.

Yes.

"Fine, but stay close." But not too close of course. Sync quickly stood up from the couch, giving a quick scan before making his way over to where he thought the punch bowl was.

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[To here.]