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"It kind of looks like it'd be a fun night~" That's all he had wanted to say, really. He knew that to most others, being dragged to a whole night of wearing suits and tight dresses wasn't appealing, unless they planned to sleep with their dates. Really, as nice as it seemed to Clear, he wasn't going to force his moody and rather brooding boyfriend to a silly thing like a school prom...
So it was such a nice surprise when he has been asked to go by that same moody and brooding guy.
"Eh...???" That was all Clear could mumble from behind the black cotton face mask and he felt almost dumb when he kept questioning the invitation, "N-......Noiz-san really wants to go with me?" And that was enough to put the brightest smile on the little jellyfish's face.
".......I'd be happy to go with Noiz-san~"
[ ✽ ] — It took weeks of saving for his part of the prom - the dress and ticket mostly - but here he was, standing in front of a mirror and struggling to zip up the zipper on the back of his dress. It wasn't flashy, but it'd do enough to garner the attention of his beloved escort... He hopes so, at least.
"Nii-san! Nii-san!"
The only thing slowing him down: Two brats that never stop moving.
With a huff, the sweet 'nii-san' is suddenly grasping both boys by their shirts and tugging them to their room, "I have an important night out ahead of me, and you two were supposed to be out like lights ten minutes ago."
Much wrestling and whining later, two twins are in bed and already dozing off and a hopeless Clear is allowed to continue dressing himself with sweaty palms and fumbling fingers, knowing he'll be seeing Noiz soon, and as he ties up a white cotton mask securely over his mouth and hiding himself from the nose down, septum and medusa piercings still in place, he's almost excited to see how the German dresses for this formal occasion.