kingdomdressing | THE BALL

[Today is the day of the ball, and as such the entry to the Grand Ball Room is wide open, a sound of music echoing through the halls. Not too far away are signs pointing to the general area, intended to help those who are new as well as remind those who are interested.

The room itself seems incredibly clean, thanks to a few enchanted brooms, some of which are still there to clean up any messes from the food. Speaking of food, there is a large table with many delicious meals to choose from, from classy foods to simpler snacks such as chips and even a bit of treats for the children and others who enjoy sweets. And of course, beverages are present, such as punch, water, soft drinks, and even a bit of wine for the adults. Off to the side is an ice box, which may in fact contain sea salt ice cream.

Similar to the last ball, there is a comfortable area set off to the side for those who would rather relax, maybe take a break from dancing. It consists of comfortable chairs and couches for the guests, and even smaller tables for beverages.

Of course, the main attraction is the dance floor itself, which is dimly lit by a chandelier and the occasional candles here and there. The aforementioned music at the moment is classical, a sort of waltz and seems to be coming from no apparent source-- but one may notice somewhere in the ball room that Mickey himself is present, dressed not only in proper masquerade attire, but also with a familiar hat.

Anyone is welcome to enjoy the ball. However, if trouble should arise Mickey does have a Keyblade and would be more than willing to intervene; this is meant for enjoyment, not violence.]

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[and Roxas stops dancing, seeming just a little out of breath. those couches looks very comfortable right about now.]

[Axel stops with him, not exactly out of breath himself. But, he could go for a sit.]

Hm, may I usher you to the sitting area, or is that pushing it to far.

[smiles.]

How would that be "pushing it"?

[but yes, he may.]

I don't know, Namine might come after me with a color pencil or something, y'know?

[smiles, then leads the way!]

[snorts.]

Pencil? No, but a mean fire spell, maybe.

[follows!]

Oh my Kingdom Hearts, fire. That makes me wet myself.

[Heavy sarcasm is heavy. Look, we're at the couches!]

Yeah, you guys are notorious for your deeply rooted pyrophobia.

[sarcasms right back at you. and multitasks by sitting down at the same time!]

Oh yes. Especially me, I'm apparently flammable.

[Go Roxas Go! Sits down next to, grabbing his mask from his pocket to look at it's front.]

...are you?

[glances at the mask, just because Axel is looking at it too.]

Yes, actually. The irony is, that, my kind of people can die with fire. But it has to be bone busting hot, but, still.. once it gets like that, there's no healing.

[twirls the mask's stick between his fingers.]

For real?

[that's got to be terrifying, having ones own weakness as a weapon. but then again, Roxas would die if he used his sword the wrong way too...]

Yes, though, I don't think it affects me much. But.. I've never really had fire that hot enough burning.

[scratches the back of his head, then looks down at the mask again.]

[nods. why is the mask so interesting?]

[It's actually from back when Masquerade balls were really common, you know.. hundreds of years ago. So he's just remembering or trying to.]

[oh. that's cool.]

[Eh. It smelled when Axel first found it.]

[okay, maybe not so cool.

...he cleaned it, right?]

[Yes he cleaned it. He even promised to be good, so I think this night's going to go well. No massacres, no blood thirsty rampages.]

[he better be good.]

...are you here with someone?

[Okay he may do a little seducing.]

Hmmmm, not officially no. You're the first person I danced with, and may be the only one I do dance with.

[that's not really behaving, is it?]

Oh. Why is that? I'm sure plenty of people would dance with you.

[... it is for Axel. He had other plans.]

I think it's the fact that I've either pissed off one or two of these people, don't know half of them, and half of them have their own dates. Which wouldn't normally stop me, but they also fall under the category or not knowing.

[Basically you are the only one that will dance with him.]

[oh. well, as long as he's not doing anything worse...]

I have a date too, you know. She's just not here yet.

[because what is time paradoxes.]

[oh he won't I'm sure. ... Well he may bite a few kids.]

Well, that didn't stop me.

[prettyyy much.]

[yeah because King Mickey would so let him do that. or, well, pretty much everyone else in here.]

Obviously. I'm just saying that I can't keep hanging out with you all night.

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