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‹ ☩ › Who allowed this man to be so large? Efina stared upwards, her iridescent eyes locked upon the larger frame.

‹ ☩ › Until her frame pivots from being poked, of course. Quickly, she catches herself before she tumbles backwards (Efina wasn’t paying enough attention to brace herself.) "How come you’re so big?"

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Who allowed this girl to be so small?

Trip watched with mild amusement as the child tumbled, placing both hands in his pockets with a huff. There was no reason to offer his hand to help anyway.. She was just fine. Not that he might have offered his hand either way.

"Eh..."

"... ... You're just small."

#usoguiryuu #get on my level

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Valentine's Gift ~ Trip

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#canzerous #virus appreciation #one flowe r wasn't enough

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‹ ☩ › "Huge…" The girl’s only 3’2”, everything’s huge to her… She didn’t think big men liked candy enough to talk about it aloud.

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Was she talking about him?

Looking left... And then right... And then down at the girl, Trip raised a brow. If he was huge.. That meant she was--

"... Small."

With that, he booped the girl's forehead with one finger.

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Everyone's getting worked up about Valentine's Day.

"... Ehh..? It's about love.. Then... Aoba. The candy's good too."

#dash commentary

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they'll tell you i'm insane | ca winterball (virus)

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Why on Earth he had decided to go had somehow slipped his mind. There were very few people he knew, even less of a number was how many people worth coming under his gaze, not that it amounted to any ideas of worth or indeed further alluding to the suggestion that that worth could be met with. No, no, it was simply a truth that whilst many people had lathered on their ugliest disguises, not a single one of the strangers which lazily waltzed by Virus came close to seizing his undivided attention. It was a pity, but it was also no true loss. He was neither pleased nor upset. He simply understood it to be so.

Something which did earn his attention was the dual-left footed partner of a drunken woman, his frequent shambles of a dancing display prompting obvious irritation of her part. It brought the ease of a smile to already curled lips, simply to witness the other sink further into a degradation like no other: a novice dancer. With ease Virus waded amongst the dancers and soon came to Trip’s side, a wide smile addressed towards the inebriated lady, and then a small laugh addressing the lacklustre dancer.

❝ Enjoying yourself, I see. ❞

The woman was soon tossed aside for an experienced partner, a nameless soul simply lost within a sea of others quite like herself. Another brilliant smile was flashed in addition to the first as Trip resumed positions with Virus’ person this time as his partner. It was all rather amusing, the obviousness of that fact made clear by the gentle flutter of laughter which preluded any further comment.

❝ Perhaps you should take a brief dancing lesson before you do so, hm? ❞

The words were but a whisper against the brief patch of skin below his colleague’s ear. Colleague. Partner. Whichever he was. Virus shifted his own hand to the fabric of Trip’s spine, pressing to gain an upright posture from the other by digging his fingertips into the suit jacket.

❝ Stand tall, now. You can’t expect to dance all slouched like that, mhm. ❞

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He was hardly enjoying himself. There was no word to describe how he felt about the entire thing, actually. Displeasure? Not quite. If he had to say, there was no word to describe how he felt, exactly. That is if he felt anything at all. So the other made the comment, implying he must be enjoying himself, Trip offered no real response.

Rather, he adjusted their forms to the best of his ability, lifting his eyes only when a lesson was suggested. Was it truly so obvious his skills weren't up to par? Well, he wasn't surprised... It did make sense, after all. He wasn't practiced. That was that. There was an unintentional shiver as a response to the other's whisper. It was too soon to relax, however. Soon enough, he felt the other's fingers digging into his back and after another grunt emitted from the taller of the two his body complied. Brows furrowed in his confusion but he accepted the situation.

"Right. And?"

Trip waited obediently to be instructed... Like a dog awaiting it's master's orders, even if he was to lead he'd wait now. Even as the music continued, he awaited the other man's next words. It wasn't abnormal, after all... He usually didn't act until Virus gave him the OK. Was this situation similar to others they've been in? Ah. No. Not really... But he did what came naturally to him.

#canzerous #there we go

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7: firm kiss

The other man was getting in his face for some reason. A reason he couldn't place.. Nor one he was too interested in figuring out. Ahh.. Was he really getting in his face? Or were they just talking. Nevertheless, Trip had stopped listening at some point which could have been why Hazama might have been getting impatient with him. At one point, Trip yawned. That seemed to be the last straw before the other was literally in his face.

"... Mm?"

Trip leaned back a touch, eyeing the other curiously a moment. He frowned... Not really understanding just what the other had been previously going on about nor what he wanted now but--

He leaned in then and without warning-- Trip pulled the other closer, also holding him so he wouldn't get away too quick, and placed a firm kiss onto the other's lips. No technique was involved, however. Just a kiss... When he released the other however, he'd flicked his tongue across the other's lower lip before a smirk formed.

"... Yahoo..."

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they'll tell you i'm insane | ca winterball (virus)

Masks could hide the ugliest of intentions, couldn't they?

Behind a mask, it seemed not even a beast could be recognized. Nor a devil. So it had ended up like this somehow... A woman who had one too many glasses of wine had come first, approaching the brute with a pretty smile and a sparkle in her eye before she lead him to the dance floor. Unfortunately for her, Trip was both uninterested and unused to the movements expected of him. He'd come to this place only to watch and act as he'd been told to but this was something he wasn't taught... He'd stepped on her not once but twice.. He remained unapologetic even after that. Eyes glued to his feet in an attempt to focus on the task at hand, the woman had been at her limit when it came to patience before someone else cut in.

A voice that cut through the noise.

Once he was there, Trip had discarded the woman without waiting for her say. He acted as instructed then, ignoring any protest in favor of this man's instructions then. Disgruntled still, he'd placed a hand against the small of Virus' back first while taking the other's hand with his opposite.

"This good..?"