ooc note: feel free to continue anything as a mini!! i'm tired of putting that in the tags so here -> blanket permission :)
talk of the ball is impossible to avoid around town, even more so for a bard employed at one of its busiest taverns. shigure's pretty sure he's seen it all, in these last few weeks: tentative dates with neither partner willing to break the ice, impromptu proposals with grand flourishes of flowers, and even that one fateful night a heartbroken young lady had bodily thrown her unfaithful boyfriend to the floor.
none of it concerns him, not really. not even the rumors of talent scouts for the dance competition; it's been a long time since shigure's cared about that kind of validation. but still, his pencil taps-taps-taps against the counter, and he can't help but think----
it wouldn't hurt to go and see, would it?
oh, very well. it was going to be a slow night, anyway. with his sketchbook in his pocket, he steps out the door.
bloom tracker | regular pinned
roses: siegbert
orchids: azura
lilies: mitama, l'arachel
hyacinths: jakob, kiran, tina
tulips: azama, ryoma










