tsukimiyume:
â â â â agoldenexperience is at the ball!
Usagi had been searching around the gardens to possibly find the right person that could sweep her off her feet, for the night. She had grown tired of standing off to the side, awaiting someone to come forward and talk to her. Â She couldnât help but think to herself: was it her dress? was it how she styled her hair? was she too short to dance with? Nevertheless, she wasnât having it. This blonde was ready to enjoy her night and have fun; which meant possibly dancing all night and eating free food with someone.
Usagi turned to the side, hoping to wander off onto another dancefloor. She started taking a few steps forward until she bumped into something tough, like solid rock. It took her a few seconds to realise she walked right into someoneâs chest.Â
â Uwaaaahhh, Iâm so sorry! I thought there was nothing in my way, but you were there and, and ⌠. I just ⌠. ! âÂ
   Giorno Giovanna had gotten wind of the ball that was being organized. No doubt it was quite a strange event to see getting off the ground. Though in hindsight, he understood such festivities were to offer a brief respite for the citizens. Being overwhelmed by such bizarre set of circumstances would take hold of anyoneâs mind. Yet, this situation wouldnât put a damper on the teenâs mood. He has been dealt with worse hands and made it through with them. Plus, this was a good opportunity to start making connections, or at the very least, make some friends in between all the sheeps.   Since his arrival was so sudden, he had to put together quite the presentable attire for such an occasion. It would have to do he supposed. Giorno found himself navigating through a different section of the ballroom. Leaving himself open to be approached by any woman that is looking to indulge in a simple dance. However, he felt something sudden bump against his body. A momentary flinch left him before looking at the person had bumped into. Eyes turned to young girl roughly his age, her eyes spoke that she was apologetic about what happened. For Giorno, it wasnât something major to worry about. First was to quell her anxiousness.
   âItâs quite alright, I too should have been watching my steps.â He figured he would direct the conversation to something more fitting. âHow about we make amends of this over a dance. Does that sound good?â He offers and open palm towards her. âMy name is Giorno Giovanna by the way. What is your name?â










