#midsummersball

[aetheremployeezenith]

Z’s outfit for the masquerade.  :3c

[reskulled-bxnes]

"......this will do!"

[noripanori-blog]

//Nori’s outfit for tomorrow’s ball~ thanks @empathspeaker for helping me pick it XD

ANd let’s not forget what Eve and Lylo will be wearing~

[aetheremployeezenith]

Why hello there, Tuxedo Kamen... Now, I would be remiss if I didn't ask you for a dance. So, shall we?" Samantha (?) offered him a hand, the glassy lenses of her plague mask staring at him.

Zenith blinked owlishly through his thin mask at the upheld hand– it was strange enough that anyone would ask him to dance, much less someone he wasn’t sure he knew.  

“Hahah, so you’ve seen that show too?” he responded with an awkward laugh.  That’s when he finally noticed the outfit the other was wearing.

Whoa…that mask is super creepy.  Zenith stared at its blank eyes for a few moments before realizing they were still holding their hand out.

“O-oh right! Dance… S-sure?  I uh… only really know one dance…”

[aetheremployeezenith]

Zenith leaned against the wall, purple invitation in one hand, torn envelope in the other. His facial expression made it look like he was concentrating hard on the words but in truth he was barely registering any of it.

“Another ball…..”. He breathed a tired sigh, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck. His track record with these events was abysmal… A deep flush rose to his face as his mind called up the events of the last two. If only he had known how to handle it better… But Arceus how it had made his heart pound! Would it have turned out differently if he had let things progress?

……It wasn’t worth considering. Regardless of the outcome, there’s no way he could live with himself if he’d taken advantage like that.

“Suppose I’ll skip out on this one. No reason to go,” he murmured.

[aetheremployeezenith]

@aetherpoison​

He’s just been staring at her outfit from a few feet away for about ten minutes now, pulling the brim of his hat down whenever he thinks she’s about to notice. Play it cool, Zen.

[aetheremployeezenith]

(ub-zero) "Well if it isn't the human I helped around last time! How's your leg? Better I hope. You humans are so fragile."

“The- OH gosh, its you?”  Zenith blurts, mouth hanging open a little as he recalled the strange creature he’d encountered one day out in the conservatory area when he’d twisted his ankle on a diglett hole.

“I-its fine actually!  I was really lucky you were there, haha.  Uh….. This is going to sound…probably really rude but…  I still don’t know exactly…what you are…”

[aetheremployeezenith]

He’d been standing outside the tall white double doors for ten minutes now, too paralyzed to enter the event and really clogging up the traffic of people trying to get inside.  

“Sorry, sorry- I’ll move, hold on,” he stammered as he was elbowed and glared at for the fourth time.  

Okay, you can do this Zen.  It’s not going to be the same as the last two. It’s not....  A lump of anxiety and regret sat solidly in his throat as he forced himself forward.  He was here to have fun...relax...  Except what the hell was he supposed to do with himself without someone else to watch, to make sure they were enjoying themselves, to walk to their office if they’d had too a bit too much wine...

“Damnit,” he cursed softly under his breath, pushing the thought away.  And then he was inside.