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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ as the limousine steadily makes its way towards the masquerade brianna primps and preens. she isn't too worried about her appearance, already knowing that her gown, hair, and overall appearance is perfect, simply doing said fidgeting in order to keep herself busy. ]

[ snaps the compact shut and puts it back into her clutch purse, setting it aside before sparing a glance over to her date for the night. the look on her face is that of anticipation, yet there's some sort of amusement playing across her features as well. ]

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ reaches a hand up to rake his fingers through the section of hair albert touched, as if trying to find out if there's something wrong with it. looks like he's thinking about something, and then: ]

U-um. [ lets his hands fall. ] Are you e-enjoying yourself so far?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

I believe it is a little early to tell.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

O-oh...

[ looks down at the ground again, fiddling with his fingers. thinks more about what anna told him, though he's taking quite a while, face changing into what seems to be something of an uncomfortable look. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ leans a hand on the drinks table casually, watching the flickering expressions. ]

My answer bothers you?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

N-no! I'm sorry, I--

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stops, cheeks reddening slightly. speaks a bit quieter. ]

I'm... n-not very good at t-talking to people...

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ exhales a short, amused breath. ]

That, I have already noticed.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

A question, if I may.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks up, blinking. ]

Ah, y-yes?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Might you, perhaps, be speaking to me against your will?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ stares for a moment, eyes averting elsewhere as he thinks. gives a confused/thoughtful look, then that uncomfortable look he had before. seems like he's trying really hard to understand (comprehend) the question; sigh sadly, in the end. ]

... I don't know. I'm s-sorry.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah? Which part of my question confuses you?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ another pause, another thought. speaks as though he's uncertain of himself. ]

... all of it?

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ tilts his head & seems to decide on something. ]

You're mocking me.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ his reaction is automatic: ]

N-no! I'm s-sorry. I didn't m-mean to-!

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Ah, is that right? [ a smile, meant to reassure. ]

Then please, do put in the effort to properly answer my questions.

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

Ah, o-of course. I'm sorry.

[ it's not instantaneous, but he bows his head a little bit awkwardly, as if he half decided to do it but half decided not to at the last minute. ]

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

. . .

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ places his index finger underneath the boy's chin, lifts the face up. angles his head so that it is as close as possible without leaning down or lowering his own head. ]

Yet you can do this. Or is this inherent?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ the wonder in his eyes is innocent at the very least; is sincerely perplexed once again. ]

D-do what?

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[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

Hm. Everything, I presume.

[ withdraws his hand back to his side, leans away to stare down at the smaller figure, now openly appraising. ]

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ reaches out to catch a hold of one of the locks again. pulls at it gently but with purpose, keeping it straight & trapped between his fingers as his voice drops with a light chuckle. ]

Are you aware that these mistakes can easily be fixed?

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[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ attempts to glance at what albert is doing. ]

M-mistakes?

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ it takes him a while but he slowly realizes what he means (somewhat, anyway) after a while of thinking, a small look of disappointment on his face. ]

[sadtype.livejournal.com]

[ finally another thought strikes him. instead of looking sad or dejected any further his expression seems to light up a bit, a soft, far-off look on his face, though there's no smile present. ]

... my family doesn't mind. [ pauses, allowing himself to feel a little bit warm inside. ] I'm fine like this.