[ party continuations ]

[meteorstorm]

here we go~

Comments

[westblockstory]

What's that, the power of positive thinking?

[meteorstorm]

I wouldn't wish this crap on anyone.

[westblockstory]

I don't wish being here at all on anyone.

[meteorstorm]

I wouldn't wish that, either, but we're here.

[westblockstory]

Very true, we are.

Want to dance?

[meteorstorm]

[ you should feel special. you're one of the few males (s)he'll agree to do this with ]

That's fine.

[ offering a hand and everything ]

[westblockstory]

[does, actually! this is a perfectly serious response as he takes Ryuusei's hand:]

I'm honored then.

[meteorstorm]

Let's go, Cinderella.

[ setting up and resting a hand on your waist

it's a little awkward but at least there's no stepping on people's feet from this end ]

[westblockstory]

Kind of a strange name for the man who's leading you in a dance, isn't it?

[could compensate for that anyway, he's very light and assured on his feet]

[meteorstorm]

Prince Charming for the evening, are you?

[ it's more like someone who has a basic knowledge but never really put it into practice on this end ]

[westblockstory]

Just for this dance. I'll be someone's Princess later.

You've done this before?

[meteorstorm]

The last time I did this I was forced under threat of being cursed to take one of the upperclassmen to prom.

[westblockstory]

Rude. What kind of curse? Gall of goat, and slips of yew / Silver'd in the moon's eclipse, / Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips, / Finger of birth-strangled babe / Ditch-deliver'd by a drab?

[meteorstorm]

I don't know, and I didn't want to find out, either.

[ shuddering involuntarily ]

[westblockstory]

[giving him an assessing look, trying to figure out if that was staged or not]

That bad?

[meteorstorm]

[ no it was pretty real ]

It would've come from the girl who keeps snakeskin and dried salamanders around for that purpose.

[ and puts natto on everything, the horror ]

[westblockstory]

Well, only some of them are poison. You might have been lucky.

[meteorstorm]

I'd rather not chance it.

[ relaxing a little, though ]

[westblockstory]

I promise not to curse you.

[meteorstorm]

How so very kind of you, Cinderella.

[ kind enough, in fact, that somehow it's no longer a lady you're dancing with, but a confused dude in a dress who is now freezing in his footsteps with an expression of understanding and probably even horror crossing his face ]

Damnit!

[westblockstory]

[mildly]

Do you mind? The dance isn't over.

[meteorstorm]

[ panic panic panic panic horrible embarrassment?

and stumbling a bit ]

I can't do this.

[westblockstory]

. . . come on.

[breaks form, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the tent]

[meteorstorm]

[ he isn't even going to argue and just follow along quickly behind, eyes on the ground and face probably making a wonderful impression of a tomato ]

[westblockstory]

[drags him around to the back of the structure. no entrance here, so it's pretty unlikely that anyone else will walk this way]