Hmm... [ As they draw away from the thrum of the party proper, lead by Kizuna's inability to be idle in the midst of so much revelry and noise, he hums low, knowing Mona can hear it. Soft, assessing. Much like the way he curls his fingers beneath her knuckles, lifting her hand to his lips. ] What do you say, Miss Mona?
[ Though he's playing it off a little in this decadent atmosphere, he doesn't mind that she might see it — the slight strain in his pleasant expression, empathy being stretched towards its limit. Despite that, he is enjoying himself, leading them off the dancefloor in a pretty sweep of Mona's dress by his side.
With her arm held up and across his chest, he smiles across the angle of her fingers. ]
— ᴍᴏɴᴀ (ᴀsᴛʀᴏʟᴀʙɪᴜᴍ).
[ Though he's playing it off a little in this decadent atmosphere, he doesn't mind that she might see it — the slight strain in his pleasant expression, empathy being stretched towards its limit. Despite that, he is enjoying himself, leading them off the dancefloor in a pretty sweep of Mona's dress by his side.
With her arm held up and across his chest, he smiles across the angle of her fingers. ]
To getting into a little mischief with me?