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and with his features hidden, he’s relying solely on whimsy and semantics - but he doesn’t seem too worried at all about that.
Hansol had not expected anyone to speak to him that night. But he supposed, with a belated thought, that it was the whole point to this event. With masks concealing identities, it wouldn't come as a surprise that humans would be more...daring to be more in touch with their more primal selves.
"Is yours?" It was a mere murmur, but Hansol had never needed to raise his voice, not when the question in return was meant for only the brave individual's ears only. Unlike the embellished masks that others wore, Hansol's was a plain, white one with a single trail of black down an eye.
Vague amusement was an understatement, for Hansol has never interacted with anyone in this way and form before. Those that did, never lived to tell the tale. Eyes glimmered in the dark as the bore deep into the other's through the masks; the only feature visible. "Tell me, does the dark scare you?"
