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Stylish White Suit
While the ball had already been in full swing, for him the night was just beginning. He had decided to go at this night with everything he had. However getting ready had taken a lot longer then he had expected. While the suit was pretty simply to get on and look right, the wig had taken quite some time. He never worn one before, and tying his own hair up so that it would fit under the wig comfortably had been annoying. The constant unbroken white of the costume, was almost like a statue in appearance or at least one of those street performer pretending to be one.
Walking into the ball, it was clear that he was slightly uncomfortable. The whole outfit not being something he was used to. So much so that he avoided the majority of people. The masks made it it so he was anonymous but it also meant he didn't really recognise anyone around the place. Avoiding the dance floor, he instead made a bee-line to get himself a drink. Using the glass almost like a barrier between him and the rest of the ball, as he looked around and watched the dance floor.
It wasn't that he was shy, person. If he had been dress normally he would have been pretty confident in himself. However he couldn't help but notice when he had seen himself in the mirror before leaving, that the design of the wig and cut of the suit. Sorted highlighted youthful and effeminate features and made him look more like a women in a suit, then a man wearing a female wig. He didn't have a problem with the implication of it but it hadn't been his intent. He just wanted to be dressed head to toe in a single colour and this had been the only white wig he could find.
Charlene blinked, staring at her hand in Shujinko’s. Then she stared at Eek as he backed away a little, still seemingly concerned for her. It made sense though, in Charlene’s own way of understanding: Fae would be concerned for her, because she would not be as useful as a slave if she were injured.