[An Argeneau is entering the ballroom, dressed in this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/Kewie/Charas/argeneaufire--02.jpg), minus the cane. With a matching mask (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/Kewie/Charas/argeneaufire--01.jpg) that covers his face. Below the mask, a genuine smirk his on his face. He remembers the Masquerade days, he himself attended a few back years ago. Surprisingly, he found his old stuff. But that's neither here or there, for he's heading towards the sitting area, debating on if he should be polite enough to take a bite of food or not later. But now.. he wanted a dance partner.]
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