⠀⠀TO ⠀attend a ball was a memory she thought would remain coated in dust— and now she wishes it had. A near-empty flute of champagne in hand, she watches humans take turns on the dance floor. A bitter taste lingers on her tongue, making her feet feel far too heavy to join them— and yet the atmosphere is so familiar, so nostalgic, she can't bear to leave early.
⠀⠀While Shirou tries to not involved himself too much in the business of others at social gatherings, every now and then... there's a matter that's just too difficult to ignore. A familiar face stands out at the edge of it all, one that seems so distant despite being so close. He really hesitated on whether or not to approach her, Dorothy is a... difficult type of woman, maybe even more so than Rin. But once he gives in to his impulse...
⠀⠀⠀⠀"This isn't really like you, Miss Dorothy." He keeps a respectable distance to her right side once he stops his feet, noticing her brief shift from noticing someone addressing her before he continues. "... Well, I guess standing and watching other people is normal for you— but your expression is usually a bit brighter..."
