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bezariusboy replied to your post:(Noragami is distracting me. And I’m sick, too,...

//whispers plz join the noragami fandom

(I'm thinking of entering into that fandom--hell, I'm already drawing fanart already.~)

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bezariusboy | Palm Pianissimo

◊ | Click. As soon as the clock stroke six, Alice exited the carriage. Of course, it wasn't fair for her to arrive without her manservant, but Sharon insisted that she meets up with him at the ballroom, so he'll be surprised by her appearance. What's the point of doing that if they'll be together?

Ruby red heels clacked on the cobblestone, as Alice followed the Rainsworth maiden into the Lovelace Mansion. The chain had a somewhat 'maiden's upgrade' to her own look for tonight's special occasion. Her gown was as red as the crimson wine, glitter tattered on the dress, with a black corset-like accessory around her waist. And boy, did it hurt.

Scarlette diamond shaped earrings made her pierced ears, long white satin gloves that reached up to the calf of her arm. Chocolate locks of brown hair twisted around in soft curls, giving it volume, with a red rose hairclip and necklace to match the whole outfit together.

So this is where that 'Buttertyne' woman lives...

No denying it, it was big. Then again, what wasn't big? Entering the doors, classical orchestras filling up the ballroom with bright lights, as well as the party. How long has it been--since she had participated in this kind of an event?

Tch. Where is that idiot?

Shaking those useless thoughts on her head, Alice parted ways with Sharon. Thinking about pointless things would make her hungry. And the party just started!

Walking around the ballroom, many people were socializing, drinking wine, dancing, talking--it was very busy. For what it seemed to be five minutes, even though it was much longer for Alice's timer, amethyst hues spotted a certain young Vessalius. There he was! Where the hell was he in the beginning?!

"Oz!" Alice called out, almost yelling from all the other side of the gathering tables and dance floor. Not caring about the crowd, she rushes to her side, before huffing shortly, hands placed on her hips. "Where the hell were ya?! I've been lookin' all over for ya! As my manservant, what were ya thinkin' leavin' me empty headed in this big place!" Once a manservant, always a manservant.

"When I said that I'd let ya take me, I didn't say that I'd let ya leave me, you big idiot! Just--stay here--with me--y'got it?!"

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Then, would you give me the honor to go with you to the ball?

◊ | You’re my manservant. You’re supposed to be with me at all times, Oz! You’re comin’ with me!

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Happy birthday, Alice!

◊ | Oz… She blinks, before touching her gloved fist with his own. Mm…Mmh. Nod. Thanks…for that. Ya remembered, didn’t ya? Of course he did, Alice! He’d be a horrible manservant for forgetting in the first place.

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/Gives her a steak of meat.

◊ | Without wasting another second, Alice receives the plate. "MEAT!!" Good job, Oz. You've made this little rabbit very happy.

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(Thank you.~ I think you're also a great roleplayer, too! :D)

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{If that is really alright with you all, then I'd be glad to!}

(It most certainly is alright with me! :D You’re welcome to be our Oz for this thread! And I’m pretty sure Felicity and Chale would be okay with it, too! Right—?

/waves. I found an Ozu—)

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I love Oz because –

◊ | “B-Because…he belongs…to me…” Blush. “He’s my property! My manservant! There’s nothin’ wrong with lovin’ your own inventory!”