THE BALL

[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Comments

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know that I could ruffle you even if you're wearing fancy clothes, I just choose not to.

*oh yes his nose has gone into the air~*

[seasides]

How kind of you.

[so amused.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I am kind and benevolent, yes.

[seasides]

Oh, very.

[though that's not what the cupcakes think, huh.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You should be thankful to have me around.

*that's different you have to be stern with cupcakes*

[seasides]

I'm very thankful.

[that's why they like Kai better right.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You sure don't show it~

*maybe they think you're a giant cupcake already... and they'd be right*

[seasides]

How should I be showing it then?

[that's a lie.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

... with a hug!

*it's totally the truth*

[seasides]

[snrk.]

Sure you want a hug from me right now?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Being dressed fancy means you can't be ruffled, not that you can't give hugs.

[seasides]

[fiiiiiiiine holds his mask away and pulls Ri into a one-armed hug.]

There.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*hugs back in a manly way and totally isn't leaning on you or anything stupid and emotional like that*

[seasides]

[aw, Ri. of course not.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Have I said thank you to you yet?

[seasides]

[blinkblink.]

For what?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

For... I dunno. Pick something.

*looks a little sheepish and embarrassed*

[seasides]

[kind of confused! he can't really think of any reason he should be thanked, mostly because he doesn't do anything he does for thanks.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*matches your confused look for one of his own*

You really helped me out, so I'm thanking you?

[seasides]

Oh! You don't need to thank me for that, jeez. I'm always happy to help a friend.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

But you always help me and... and see me at my worst.

[seasides]

[nudges him lightly.]

That's what friends are for, Ri. To help you through the good and the bad.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

That's why I'm thanking you for being my friend.

[seasides]

Then thanks for being mine, too.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*grins and gives you another hug*