✽❀ GARDENTASTA ❀ ✽

[gayformaster]

Who: Everyone and anyone! Yes, everyone is invited!
What: The ❀ GARDENTASTA ❀! Aka, a giant costume party for everyone!
When: August 12th! Yes, this is being posted in advance.
Where: The gardens attached to the labs in the bottom of the ship!
Warnings: If any threads go above PG-13, please warn about this in the subject line! The basic party

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Sho

[urnotafraid]

[ He stood on the bridge, looking over the party area with a slight wistful look on his face, the mask hiding it all away. Sho really has been feeling a little lost the past few days, especially concerning his family and the years between them and him. The hem of his kimono brushes through the flowers, a few of the puffs rising in the air and landing on the heavy purple silk he was wearing. ]

Hi! <3

[thinkin_arbys]

[And some lovely, elegant woman walks by, also dressed in purple. She pauses on the other side of the bridge, leaning on the railing in a most unladylike manner before straightening and glancing around as if hoping to have not been seen.]

aww a lady~

[urnotafraid]

[ He was almost fooled by the way she was dressed and was walking until she slipped up at the end. Mouth curling up underneath his mask, Sho moved towards her slowly, arms folded into the sleeves of his kimono. ]

I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but wonder if we had met before.

shockingly enough~

[thinkin_arbys]

[Oh geez, if someone knows who she is... Who is that, anyway? She examines the man quite carefully, piecing little hints together, but the full picture hasn't formed yet.]

You may have, or perhaps not.

so cute

[urnotafraid]

[ He likes the fact the mask covers his face and that the fold of his sleeves covers his rings. All there really was left was his voice, but even that can change to a deeper tone than normal if he put his mind to it. ]

I think I may know, my lady. Do you not work with horses?

/o\

[thinkin_arbys]

[And she was trying to edge her voice higher than usual--but then again, just a few people know...]

And if I do, what say you to that?

>3

[urnotafraid]

I may say a number of things, chief among them is that you certainly look very becoming in purple.

[ A few more puffs rose as he walked closer, leaning in just a little and his voice dropping even more. He was really trying hard to not to laugh at how silly he was acting. ]

I would not have expected it, my lady.

XD

[thinkin_arbys]

[She scoffs, rather characteristically. Let's just put a little more space between herself and him.]

There are only three people who would know this, and you are not of the height to be either of the other two.

Sho, you're a nuisance again... but your costume is exotic, to say the least.

awww

[urnotafraid]

[ He laughs and lifts the mask, full lips curving into a genuine smile and blue eyes crinkling at the corners. ]

I? A nuisance? Now, my dear lady, since when have I been anything but that? [ Yes, he is teasing her just a little, although he stops that to look down at his dress, brushing a few of the tiny puffs off the silk. ]

It's a kimono.

[thinkin_arbys]

[Her mask doesn't come up--revealing her face here isn't even an option. This is the ultimate cover.

With her usual curtness, she plucks a few of the puffs from his sleeve.]

I've never seen one before.

[urnotafraid]

[ He guesses that, but still have him reach up to run his fingers along her jawline. ]

It's traditional for the Japanese. A lot of the warriors wore them, though this one is a little too formal for every day wear.

[thinkin_arbys]

[...Wha--erk. She backs away.]

You can stop acting; I know who you are now.

[urnotafraid]

I'm... not acting. [ He looks down at his hand and then up at her, tilting his head to the side. ]

You never seen anyone from the orient in your world?

[thinkin_arbys]

Sho... [Now she's looking at his hand, too. It's... a little strange, but she feels like she shouldn't back away.

She hesitates, then steps toward him again.]

There weren't so many in Italy. Just a few, and a few in the race.

[urnotafraid]

We don't exactly blend in with other people that much. [ Almost like he wasn't aware of it, he reaches up again to touch her jaw. ]

Sometimes I think that we don't want to blend in.

[thinkin_arbys]

I don't particularly know what it's like to not want to blend in. [She... seems to be leaning into the touch a little.]

But you don't all dress like that. I know that much.