@floradorned
When Waka entered the castle, dressed in the very same attire that he wore to the gala, he was given what appeared to be a mask by one of the pixies. He wasn’t quite sure what the point of it was, or if there was a hidden trick to it, so he tucked it away and settled for leaning against a nearby pillar.
He kept his eyes trained on the nearby door, for he was expecting to see his friend at any moment. When Haruki arrived, Waka would make to find them a quiet spot to converse, and perhaps even dance if the mood so struck them. The last time he had done so was with Amaterasu in her wolf skin, and while she was graceful, it was still awkward than when she would assume her human skin on the Plain. Hopefully dancing with Haruki wouldn’t be as awkward, seeing as how the other was human like, much like Waka himself.
As Haruki entered through the doors, he pushed all thoughts of dancing to the back of his mind, instead flashing him a genuine smile.
“You have made it, mon ami~” he said, giving his friend a small nod of his head, along with a slight look over. “...it suits you~”












