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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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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ goes momentarily still when he hears a voice, immediately straightening as he readies himself to step away if circumstances call for it. ]

No. Waiting for someone.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Oh? [ tilts head to the side, smile widening. bows her head slightly, making it seem as if she were half-curtsying. ] My apologies for assuming, sir.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ still hasn't relaxed, but seems to have abandoned the immediate flight response for now. looks at the newcomer from the corner of his eyes. ]

. . . it wasn't anything to apologize over.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

No?

[ said more offhandedly than an actual question. gives rob a once-over with her eyes in thought, licking her lips briefly within yet another smile. ]

You seem very tense. Am I making you uncomfortable?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ thinks over his options & decides that taking his eyes off the stranger was safe. looks back to the crowd, nudging his mask up again while his gaze remains searching. ]

Not really.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ is amused by his attitude, but says no more on the topic. instead contemplates something silently, looking down at him with a critical gaze that is soon replaced with muted excitement. speaks nonchalantly yet still cheerful, a hint of secrecy twined between her last word that is said in a sing-song manner: ]

Good, because I enjoy your company already, Ro~bert.

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ & his eyes snap back up to the stranger immediately, expression drawn into a confused frown. seems like he wants to question, but then decides to let it go as he's not really in the mood to socialize -- asking would only lengthen the incoming conversation. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ turns away again. ]

Thank you.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ pays no mind to his brief expression, eyes sliding shut as she basks in the murmurs of the crowds and the music in the background. humors the curiosity that lingers on the tip of her tongue: ]

Annabelle is prone to throwing events like this, then?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ is not surprised someone knows anna's name, so just nods. ]

Yes. It's something he enjoys.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Hm. [ smile curves up a little further, privately amused. ] That's funny, I'm surprised that people like you would want to form connections with outsiders.

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

. . .

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ turns to face her, deciding to ask despite a full expectation of an non-answer. ]

How much do you know?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ opens eyes, tilting her head to the side towards him. ]

Know of what? Robert, you really should elaborate further in conversation. People might get the wrong... idea, after all.

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ & sighs, having expected this. turns away once again. ]

The context makes my question fairly obvious.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

Expect nothing, my dear. You'll dig your own grave if you do.

[ circles her eyes elsewhere, noticing someone in the corner of her eye. he's approaching with a look of brief excitement on his face. another tilt of her head, observing, thinking. ]

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

[ & he does come along, making a beeline over to rob and who he considers is an acquaintance of his. raises his eyebrows, distracted; looks at brianna first, lips twitching up into a smile. ]

Now who do we have here?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles, turning her attention to riku for the time being. ]

What a bold question. I am forbidden to tell you, am I not? This is a masquerade, after all.

[advantaged.livejournal.com]

Touché, mon ami.

[ turns to rob, a softer look slowly shining through. ]

Am I interrupting something?

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ & his own softens a bit, the tight lines of his shoulders loosening, relaxing. ]

No. Nothing important.

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ watches them carefully. keeps her calmer exterior, even if she's too pleased at the sight. she's momentarily distracted, however: green eyes catch the figure of anna in the corner of her eye, slowly turning her head subtly to get a good look at him. decides something, feeling the giddiness flutter in her stomach. finally looks back at the two in front of her. places upon her lips a friendly smile. ]

I was just about to take my leave anyway.

[ raises and extends a hand noiselessly towards rob in a polite gesture. the smile on her face doesn't waver. ]

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[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ looks at the hand for a moment & then takes it, grip is not firm but not light. ]

[strongtype.livejournal.com]

[ then, after a moment, adds: ]

. . . hope you enjoy the rest of the night.

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[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ her eyes light up at his words. it almost seems as if she's going to end it at that; at the last moment she grips rob's hand tightly, to the point of it being painful. still smiling she leans in, whispering closely (silky-smooth and caring, yet clipped and cold at the same time) in the shell of his ear so only the boy could hear her words: ]

When your final purpose comes and your life is at its end, what will that do to your lovely companion, here?

[prideofbeauty.livejournal.com]

[ pulls away only an inch, lips barely brushing his cheek. ]

Try not to break his heart too much, clone.