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[imaskellington.livejournal.com]

[As usual, this year's party is held at the ball room. Dance music is already playing, mixed in together with creepy sounds and howls. The decorations are creepy at its best, and there are skeletal waiters walking around this time.

The tables are laden with food for various monsters, ghost, blood for the vampires, candy for the children, and normal food for those who are somewhat normal. Though if you're not in costume, that ugly fish sculpture at the giant punch bowl will spew a liquid at you rudely from it's mouth that will immediately put you into a random costume. If you keep hitting it, it will keep doing it, changing your costume into something worse every time.

Gatecrashers with bad intentions will be grabbed, wrapped and tossed out of the room by that giant spider up there on the ceiling, and it will also grab you if you're being selfish to the kiddies about giving them candy.

For those who lack dancing partners, some of those manakins are not there for show. Those will come to life and harass dance with you if you look a little lonely.

Enjoy!]

[ooc: Party post! Thread crashing encouraged.]

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[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[.....Sighs again. It doesn't help that he doesn't know where her room is. :|

Throws the cups into a conveniently placed trash can before picking her up bridal style. And he's being very careful to make sure that she doesn't flash anyone with that tiny skirt.]

Just tell me which way to go, okay?

[Starts walking towards the exit.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[she starts giggling again when he picks her up but settles down to give him a happy nod after his request. she slinks her arm back around his shoulders, blue eyes keeping locked on him.

you're so nice, roxas, and you have nice hair. have i told you that before? why do you look so serious? my legs are cold.]

I think you're supposed to take a left.

[or was it a right?]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Turns left.

He really hopes she knows where she's going.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[naminé squints down the hallway.]

Maybe it was a right.

[she's pulling herself a tiny bit closer to him by using the arm wrapped around his shoulders.]

Do you know where your room is?

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Glances at her.]

Yeah. Why?

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

Maybe we can go there instead? I don't want to be alone.

[she's pretty sure her own room has up and hidden away from her anyway.]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[......He thinks about this for a looooooooong moment....Before he sighs and changes direction.]

Alright.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[roxas, why are you hesitating?

naminé frowns, closing her eyes to rest her head against his shoulder. it's true; she really doesn't want to be alone, but this state does nothing to make her forget castle oblivion. she doesn't want to force anything on anyone ever again.]

We don't have to... You can set me down. I'll find my room.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Because you are drunk and affectionate, and he is awkward.]

Don't be silly.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[the girl's trying to straighten up in his arms to look at him, but it's just making her dress ride up.]

No, I will. It must be here somewhere.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head.]

Namine, it's fine. Besides, I dont want to leave you alone like this anyway.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[well, in that case... she's settling back down and snuggling into him.]

Like what?

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

I think there might have been something in that drink.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[that would explain why she's feeling different. roxas sure seems to be fine, though! what's with that?]

Punch?

[roxas would probably be better off explaining this to her later. where's your room, roxas?]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Because he didn't drink as much!]

Yeah.

[It's not far now. Don't worry.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[you're such a responsible boy, roxas.

naminé nods her head, pressing her lips to his shoulder and kissing him there. she just felt like doing it, and it felt nice. for her, that is. but now she wants to kiss him properly.]

Roxas?

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[He possibly turns a little redder again at that. The last time one of his friends kissed him his brain temporarily imploded. Not technically, but still.

Glances at her.]

Y-yeah?

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[she smiles.]

I'll tell you when we get to the room.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[....That does not help stop him from being nervous.

He gulps and keeps walking. And soon enough, there it is!

He'll have to put her down though to open the door.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[although the hallway feels like it's tilting this way and that to her, she can stand on her own. she leans against the door frame for a moment before crouching down to take off her shoes. standing back up, she keeps the heels in one hand.

hurry up, roxas. this floor is cold on my feet.]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[He's opening the door now and holding his hand out for her so he can help her keep balanced.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[with her free hand, she takes his. the blonde follows him in, dropping her heels beside the door. she tightens her grip on his hand slightly as she leans back to close the door behind them.

now you're trapped, roxas.]

Roxas, can I kiss you?

[oh dear.]

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[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[....His brain = Dead.]

W-what?

[He must have misheard her, right?]

no worries

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[she just might be taking a step closer to him. watch out, roxas.]

I've never kissed anyone before, but I want to kiss you.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[And he might be taking a tiny step back out of his awkwardness.]

Uh, w-why?

[At least he's getting words out!]