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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Re: OUTSIDE THE FRONT ENTRANCE

[shotanapped]

The boy looked up to Ada's taller form with a smile and a laugh, moving his own hands through his hair to follow suit with hers. No matter what he did, there were always a few rebellious strands that decided to give him trouble on top. The minor details of appearance were usually lost on the boy - he was accostomed to dressing up, even as awkward as he felt now.

He was almost happy. If his heart wasn't so dragged down by the memory of Sync's unbridled hatred, he might have honestly enjoyed the party. It didn't help there was a chance he might spot his brother here, too. But it was part of his job to hide his pain, and he did so easier than most.

But with Ada's command, Ion nodded vigorously. "Okay!" He set his shoulders straighter, stretching out his spine enough to look an inch or two taller. He put on his most mature, gentlemanly face - or the best a fourteen year old could muster.

He didn't comment that eyes were more likely to be focused on his guardian rather than himself. Who would notice a boy such as himself? But Ion was neither interested nor cared if attention was drawn to him, instead losing all pretense of maturity as he took hold of one of Ada's hands, dancing ahead of her. "Come on, let's go!"

Re: OUTSIDE THE FRONT ENTRANCE

[lafemmeada]

Yes, Ada had to smile as Ion straightened himself out and then moved ahead of her, all young exuberance and... ironically... one of the very few who could claim to have held Ada's hand. Youth was wasted on the young? In any case, Ada was amused enough to let the situation stand, glad that Ion was at least giving it a good go of enjoying the party. For her part, Ada knew that something was weighing on her charge's shoulders, and considering the circumstances, it didn't take much to guess what that might be.

After one last idle glance at her dress, making sure that it was perfect and unwrinkled, Ada let her charge lead the way, the fond expression in her eyes changing to her usual enigmatic charm. There was a fine art to unconscious allure, and Ada decided on something a bit less pretentious than normal. Instead of seeking attention, she'd let her bared right leg and form-fitting dress draw attention for her, playing the part of one who was to be worshiped from afar instead of actively courted.

Yet, somehow, she knew that it wasn't going to last. Both Ion's childish demeanor, and the guest list she'd taken the liberty of investigating earlier, told her that the night was not going to go smoothly. Ah well... after gracefully striding through the door, she'd let the doormen's bustle to take her outer jacket suffice for announcing her presence. And hopefully, just maybe, this would be the one night where she wouldn't have to worry about Ion...