Title: Fall Ball Time~
Characters: This is open to anyone and everyone in Malaise~ (If you all could add yourselves to the tags when you come in, that'd be great)
Location: Cafeteria, fancily decorated with fall colors (Yanno, orange, brown, green, etc :3)
Rating: Let’s keep it PG-13, anything higher should have it’s own log!
Summary: The asylum is
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With a sigh, Sasuke moved into the room and straightened out the long sleeves of his shirt, glancing down at himself for a moment. He thought that he'd dressed up as much as possible; his shirt was nice, the pants he was wearing fit very well and he'd made sure to shower before the dance, so his skin and hair smelled faintly of vanilla ( ... )
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He'd bought new formal clothes for this occasion but decided to dress down for tonight, wearing a button-down shirt in a soft gray color, and a tweed vest. Those were paired with a pair of faded jeans and a brown leather belt. Looking around, Orochimaru figured he at least was the classiest person in the room--well, apart from Sasuke, who looked chic no matter what. Black never went out of style when you were an Uchiha.
The intern couldn't keep the saunter out of his step as he walked over to where Sasuke was. Nor could he keep the smirk off his face. "Evening, Sasuke-kun," he said when he got close enough.
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He tilted his head down to stare at the floor, shifting so he could lean on his elbows now instead of his hands. Luckily, the table was high enough, so it didn't make much of a difference how he was standing. Weren't dances suppose to be loud and . . fun?
The sound of his name made him glance up, a grin dancing across his features as soon as he recognized the voice. He turned his head, looking towards the intern and straightening up instantly, bringing his hand up in greeting. ``Hello, Oro-san.``
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He leaned next to Sasuke, close enough so their shoulders touched but not overtly pressing against the Uchiha. Feeling the warmth from the other spread through his skin, the intern smirked a bit. "Have you been well?"
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That was... until Alfred approached him. He could feel his breath catch slightly, before an airy type of smirk painted onto his lips. The man was beautiful, in every sense, yet he still held that masculinity that would make any man stop and stare. The gown fit him particularly well, and with the clash of red and blue... they made a striking couple.
Bowing, Vamp took hold of the hand delicately and placed a tender kiss to Alfred's knuckle, eyes glinting and playful, the beginnings of lust showing.
"As you look far more desirable than I would have imagined." he purred low, before rising up to his full height again. He knew not to push the boundaries, because the man was of course taken, much to Vamp's regret.
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With the lights dimmed in here, he noticed that the scars on his arms weren't quite as visible as he'd dreaded they might be. That calmed him down a little, but he still felt awkward being here all alone.
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Completely silent, Sasuke stepped towards the teen, one arm lowering to his side while the other reached for the smaller's shoulder, hesitating just near it before he pulled his hand back.
Instead, he kept his distance, not wanting to get the boy angry at him or anything. As quiet as it was, he figured that he'd better not speak too loudly or he might frighten the boy. He didn't know why, but he'd always been able to sneak up on people, even if he didn't mean to. ``Hisoka?``
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"Yeah?" With so few people in here early, his nerves were calm for now, but Hisoka still toyed with his tie. He'd had to ask Alfred for help tying it. It looked neat now, thankfully.
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Sasuke eyed the boy curiously, lowering his hand to rest slender fingers against his cheek in thought. ``You look . . good.`` He'd almost said cute, but that word wasn't in his vocabulary.
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When he stepped into the cafeteria, he immediately migrated towards one of the walls, keeping his eyes averted downwards until Belldandy would come. What was he even thinking, agreeing to go with her? The woman must've been twice his age! She was doing it out of pity, he realized. He shifted his head slightly, away from the door. He regretted even deciding to go to this. But this was where everyone was, and what kind of a man was stupid enough to skip out on something like this?
...right?
Although he didn't want to admit it, the sooner this was over with, the sooner Mashiro could relax.
((OOC: With Belldandy, ( ... )
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She walked into the dance, looking around. Of course, she would also be supervising, but she always had good observational skills. After a bit of searching, she finally spotted the young man. "Mashiro-kun." She called, walking over to him. "Good evening."
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"Belldandy, it's good to see you," he greeted, trying not to blush. A rose tint still covered his cheeks, his eyes focusing not on her, but rather the wall behind her. Otherwise he might blush even more. "Um...it's. They've really decorated the place well, haven't they?" What a conversation starter.
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Patients and staff alike were starting to enter and mingle. She didn't see anyone that she really recognized, so she moved to the side, leaning against the wall. It felt like being a chaperone at a high school dance. Not much to do but watch the dance floor, keep an eye out for trouble, and wait for the event to end.
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"Hey, dog-doctor, whatever your name was, what do you say we put our fights behind us and dance around a bit?" He asked, putting on a smug smirk and posing, one hand on his hips.
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Riza looked the teenager over, trying to keep her annoyance in check. Did he honestly think that would work? It seemed so, with him waiting expectantly for her to just jump at the chance to dance with him.
"It's Dr. Hawkeye, and I'm not here to dance. Sorry." She really was not in the mood to put up with this particular patient. He always seemed to know exactly how to get on her nerves. And he was off to a better then usual start.
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"Don't worry, we can go slow if you want, you don't have to be making any fancy moves in the dance floor. You just need to loosen up, you look like you've got a stick up your, err, the back of your dress." Whew, close save. He was trying not to actually insult the woman this time. She'd make good arm decoration and didn't look the type to actually fall in love with him, a convenient combination.
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