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[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]

[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!]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[hey, what happened to keeping close to keep her on her feet?]

I have a feeling.

[an emotion. one of those things she doesn't quite understand, and one of those things that nobodies aren't supposed to have. but when naminé feels something like this, she doesn't want to ignore it. she wants to investigate.]

Do you not want to kiss me?

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[...She had to pull that card, didn't she?

Glances away slightly, scratching the back of his head.]

I'm just....Weird, about that stuff.

[Due to past experiences...But he doesn't want to just let her down like that. Ah, choices choices...

Well. It's just a kiss, right?]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[his hesitation doesn't go unnoticed.]

Why?

[here's another step towards him.]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't step back again this time, but he's getting very red in the face by now.]

J-just cause.

[You dont want to hear the story, Namine. It'll ruin your good mood.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[are you sure you know what i want, roxas?

she smiles warmly.]

You don't have to kiss me. I just wanted to know what it'd feel like.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Well do you want your good mood ruined?

Hesitates, thinking about that...]

...Just a quick one, would be okay. I guess.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[i just want to know you.

she keeps one hand in his, and the other slinks up to his shoulder.]

I don't want you to regret it.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Goes slightly redder, but that's just because he's nervous.]

I-it's okay. I mean, it's just a kiss right?

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[she blinks.]

They aren't important?

[she hasn't had anyone to teach her about kisses. she'd gotten the impression from sora's memories that they were supposed to be special, though.]

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah. I just meant...N-nevermind.

[He's not making this any easier or less awkward so he'll shut up now.]

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[you're tense, roxas. she can feel it in your shoulders.]

Tell me? Please? I want to understand.

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head.]

It's fine. Really. Forget about it.

[forgetmenought.livejournal.com]

[forget? that's one thing she won't do.

she watches him for another instant, then gives him a pull, but not toward herself. no, she's giving him a pull as she turns to travel to the bed.]

Let's just sit down.

Busy day was busyyyyyyy

[synch-blader.livejournal.com]

[N-nods, trying, and failing, to keep from blushing any harder.]