Kasumi had been so excited at the idea of a ball in the human world that he immediately went to his room and got out the robes he’d kept in Kiki’s closet-- ones that he thought he’d need some day. They were traditional robes, ones that every angel received on his, her, or their 100th birthday. They were made with the finest blue and white silks, and feathers shed from the angel’s first 100 years of life. The colors and style had been made custom for him by the finest seamstress in the heavens, and they indeed suit the angel well. They even had an open back, perfect for winged beings-- though he dared not show his wings during a ball at which one was supposed to hide their identity. He had ventured around the shops in town and found a mask that suited the robes he was wearing, and flew to the nearest alley to the Veil, landing there and putting his wings away.
He was quite surprised by the renovations the Veil had gone through to accommodate the ball-- the place looked very different from his last visit. It was much more welcoming, though still crowded as usual. With his light blue and gold mask securely on his face, the angel entered the ball with caution. He hadn’t come with Kiki or Garridan, like he usually did, and the angel felt a small sense on loneliness at that fact. He hoped that his friends were there somewhere, but he also hoped he could meet someone new.
He was happy to see the familiar dancing. At least he could fit in this way-- he’d noticed that his clothes weren’t exactly what other men were wearing, but didn’t particularly mind. It wasn’t like strangers would recognize him anyways, though if any of his friends were here, they’d likely recognize him from the feathery outfit and white hair.
Summoning a fairly large amount of courage, the angel in disguise approached a person standing by themselves and bowed before extending a hand politely.
“Pardon me... may I have this dance?”