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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 23:43:23 GMT -5
Of all the times and places to be out and about, Luka had to pick here and now. He stood awkwardly in the corner, with his arms crossed and assuming his usual bodyguard position among things, something that gave him an almost menacing air. Then again, he was over six feet tall and had a relatively strong build--anyone might find him intimidating, yet he was one of the shiest people some may meet, though he wasn't afraid to assume the protection role without hesitation.
Of course, his bodyguard demeanor seemed to have diminished for the most part, because of the costume he had been forced to wear. Not that he was complaining, not that he would, but the Fennekin costume seemed rather.......cute, and definitely not him. Luka had dressed as a Delphox, so he guessed the ordeal was rather fitting. For the moment though, he wasn't too font of the yellow outfit, as well as the fluffy ears on top of his head and the tail attached to his rear.
"I can't believe I am doing this..." It was a wonder that he put up with some of the antics of this family, but they had saved his life, taken him in when he had been so alone and loved him when no one else would. He felt, as extraneous as some of Leonardo's requests were, that he at least owed them that. He couldn't complain much, he did enjoy guarding Luka, and couldn't ignore the affection in his chest for the other.
His eyes tilted up and out to where there were people dancing, his foot tapping slightly to the music, switching his eyes back to where Luka was. He still had a job to do, make sure the other didn't fall over and bleed out, or even get his hands on some alcohol. That would make the haemophilia worse. His foot continued tapping.
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Post by Luka Moretti on Nov 2, 2013 23:51:04 GMT -5
Luka simply wasn't able to resist the siren call of the masquerade, in the end. The apartment he lived in with the others, while pleasant enough most of the time, was not always the most riveting place in Nada Citadel. Every so often the tedium would get to him, and then you wound up with situations like these, with the blond dragging everyone else halfway across the town in search of some much needed excitement. Thus how he’d ended up at the recreational centre in a rather uncomfortable pair of furry trousers and fox ears, complete with pinned on tail and little stick ‘wand.’
In all fairness, it hadn't disappointed him so far. The event had brought in a fascinating cross-section of Remoor’s citizens, the party was in full swing, and a handful of the guests were beginning to look mildly tipsy, which had the potential to be very amusing later on. Luka hadn't managed to locate the alcohol just yet, luckily for Nelio, but it was only a matter of time. They had to be getting it from somewhere, after all, but for now he contented himself with pouring a glass of some lurid orange concoction from one of the larger punch bowls.
Nelio was still there where he'd left him, of course, looming in the corner like some kind of ridiculous Halloween decoration. The bodyguard had been right about that much; the ears were not very intimidating at all (which in retrospect might have been exactly why Luka had asked him to put them on in the first place). The sight made the younger man grin to himself, but all the same, something clearly had to be done about it. Navigating his way back throw the crowd was a little easier said than done, but eventually he did reach the far side of the room, ridiculous ears slightly askew. “Are you going to stand here all night?” He sounded more amused than anything else as he joined the other man, leaning slightly against the wall.
Still grinning, he raised his glass and took a long draught... and pulled quite the face almost immediately after. Ugh. One arm rose to wipe at his mouth with a red sleeve, while the other extended to proffer his glass to the other man – want to try? Luka certainly wasn’t going to be drinking any more of the stuff, if he could help it at all. Clearing his throat somewhat, the heir tried again. “I swear, it’s not that bad once you step out of the corner. No-one’s going to bite.” It might have been Luka’s idea to come along in the first place, but it would be nice to see his friend having a little fun as well, for once. Who was going to start shit at a costume party, anyway?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 0:26:46 GMT -5
Honestly, unless anyone bothered to start something, which he seriously doubted would happen at a Halloween party, of all things, yes, he was going to remain in the corner all night. He would stand there, arms crossed and giving off a menacing aura--well, as menacing as he could in the Fennekin costume he had been asked to wear. Pounded into his head was something along the lines of the master-servant dynamic between himself and Luka, though the slightly younger man was the closest friend he'd ever even had, and while he kept that in mind, part of him followed the simple asking of the costume to be worn as an order. Not that he minded; he wanted to have fun, he just...didn't really know how.
A tad distracted by the music, the man was slightly started to hear the voice of the other, turning his eyes to gaze at him. His cheeks seemed to puff out a bit defiantly with air, "Well...yes...if no one causes trouble." And if you don't find the alcohol. Giratina knew how this night would even begin to go if Luka stumbled across any amount of alcohol. He could only hope the orange drink in his hand was good enough for now, but he somehow doubted that. There were tipsy people moving along the floor, which meant there was alcohol somewhere. The last thing the blonde needed was something else that would thin his blood further than it already was.
Nelio turned his brownish-amber eyes to the glass in the other's hand, and he contemplated a moment before grasping at it and bringing it to his lips. He gave it a small sip before tilting his head back to let the liquid past his lips. The moment the drink touched his tongue, the glass was tiled back down and he spit it back out as calmly as he could. "Mm. Well. That was..." He didn't finish the sentence, turning and reaching to leave the glass on a nearby table. At the second statement, his hand lifted to scratch the back of his head sheepishly, "Ah, I know, I just..." A faint, flustered amount of color touched at his cheeks. "I-I'm not that good at the socializing thing..."
Oh, Giratina, he felt so awkward, especially with the ears on his head and the tail attached to the rear of his pants,"S-Sorry... I just...I might just stay over here and listen to the music." He did not want to be a disappointment to his friend, but he...didn't really know what to do about the whole thing. He cast his glance away from his friend, "I could try, but..." Well, he was kind of clueless.
"Nelio talking." Nelio thinking. @luka
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