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It would seem the small Decimo would never get a break, as long as his enemy was around.
He had been about to pour himself a glass of punch when the Millefiore's leader snatched the boy's hand, dragging him backwards away from the table and back into the dance hall. If he protested, he didn't listen. He didn't even reveal who he was until they were in the proper dancing hall, and he spun the child around, clapping his free hand onto his shoulder.
"Yo, Tsunayoshi-kun. Enjoying yourself tonight?" The pocketed flower's effects continued to keep his true feelings at bay, the idea of having a friendly chat with the teen not at all repulsing. He still had his plans, of course, but this night could be seen as a break from life itself, one where he could relate to people as easily as he wished. It was a bit weird, and he couldn't understand why he felt this way, but he wouldn't question it much. It was a relief.
"Has that Arcobaleno taught you how to dance? It's pretty important in the underworld, y'know." The two stood closer to the walls, keeping themselves out of dancers' ways until they were ready.
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