Would You Like to Dance?

“Interesting….Very interesting…So you said you were an entertainer? What kind of entertainment do you specialize in exactly?” She straightens her clothing once more, anxiety building within her. You wanted to do this, you wanted to confront him. You wanted to see who he was, the challenge of seeing what was under the mask got you to follow him all around town. You will not chicken out and run now. She rocks slightly back and forth on her feet.

"I work for a particularly rich, and politically influential man. I mostly work at parties that he throws, to keep his guests entertained, of course." He smirked, "Just because I wear a mask, means you should be afraid." He stepped close to her, whispering into her ear. "It's the things I've done that shall make you flee."

#welp shit im sorry

“So what does a girl have to do to get that privilege?” She reaches up and pushes her bangs out of her eyes, looking at his mask, imagining what could possibly be behind it.

"The only ones who have seen, are the ones I have been intimate with. Whether it was through marriage, or if I had relations with them. So, it would seem that that is the only way to see, for now." He cackled and looked at the woman as she pushed her bangs out of her face. She didn't know it, but he was smiling widely.

She looked up into his masked face, curiosity glowing in her eyes. “What do you mean more sadistic?” She smooths her clothes and picks at a loose thread on her shirt.

“Things that I am not at liberty to discuss.” He smirked from behind his mask, and watched her movements. ‘Interesting one, for sure.’ “Though I’m not sure why you’d care. I’m just a street performer.” He chuckled softly.

“Well I don’t understand why I wouldn’t care.” She looks up at him again and blushes. “You’re quite interesting, and I’m especially interested in seeing what is behind that mask…” She reaches up slowly towards his face.

"I'm sure you are my little chouchou. Everyone wants to see my face." He batted her hand away gently, getting closer to her and whispering, "But not everyone gets to see."

"Mon Amour,"

“…Yes?…”

#enfantdelafrance

“Get out of my sight,” he growled.

He waved his hand, dismissing him. "So be it. Au revoir, monsieur." He cackled wildly and walked away. "Perhaps there will be a time you need of my services." He shouted over his shoulder. He rested his hands on his belt, and kept his senses sharp.

“Just because someone kills themself does that mean you do the same without reason? Stop mimicking me like an ape.”

"Relax, pretty boy. I'm not lookin' for a fight. And I'm a jester...mimicking is just a gimmick to me. Either way, I have no idea what it is you said, and you don't know what I said. Unless, of course, you speak French." He tapped the chin of his mask and looked up quickly, then back twords the other's helmet. "Tis only fair, non?"

“Salutations monsieur. Je ne voudrais pas perdre le temps de personne.”

“Speak English or do not speak at all.”

He chuckled. "You greeted me in your personal tongue, so I responded in mine."

“Evet? Benim zaman kaybetmeyin.”

"Salutations monsieur. Je ne voudrais pas perdre le temps de personne."

She looked up into his masked face, curiosity glowing in her eyes. “What do you mean more sadistic?” She smooths her clothes and picks at a loose thread on her shirt.

"Things that I am not at liberty to discuss." He smirked from behind his mask, and watched her movements. 'Interesting one, for sure.' "Though I'm not sure why you'd care. I'm just a street performer." He chuckled softly.

“Yep, I’m weird, but whatever.” She takes a step back and spins around, her short skirt swirling slightly away from her legs. She keeps spinning until she almost falls down.

He walks over twords her, and places his hand on her back to stop her almost-fall. "That's alright. You don't even know me. I'm most likely weirder than you. Perhaps in a more, sadistic, manner but still." He smirked behind his mask and removed his hand once she was steady.

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“I just…Don’t know…” She pushes on his mask and acts like an idiot.

He took a step back as she pushed. "Eh? .. Okay..."

heartofcrystaleyeslikemidnight replied to your post: She flails at him, “Faslkdfjidgjdfg?” >.

She flails more all up in his face, “Godsifjasdiiiiigfiuashdfiuashfkjdfhgiuahsfkgjdgioudhgakjdshgghiusdhfcxnv!”

He giggled, "What's troubling you, amico?

I collect strands of your hair which I am attaching to a doll that I have named after you, and at night, I hug it in my sleep.

“Haha, cute.”

Can you not be all creeper like on my viewing your page >.>

“…No?…”

She flails at him, "Faslkdfjidgjdfg?" >.<

“AKjsbnhdbahjsbdjabsdj, back at you.” He imitated the greyface’s flails.

Do you believe in magic, in a young girls heart?

(( /crIES ))“No.”