[When he heard there was a masquerade, he didn't expect this.
Granted, the décor doesn’t disappoint, there are some eye-catching costumes on display (though others are just tacky in his opinion), and the food, thus far, has all been wonderful. But this gambling business? Sorry, he’ll pass! He’s content right where he is, thanks!
Though how content can he be, really, when he's woken up in a place like this? When he's got some strange mark etched into his skin, and an unremovable watch strapped to his wrist, the latter of which informs him that the only way he'll leave is by doing some very not-idol-like things with more partners than he can shake a stick at. Yep, no question about it—this is some horrible, horrible weather.
The only thing holding him back from starting a mutiny (other than the food) is the promise of wish-granting. Do what they say, play their "game," and you can have whatever you want? Boy, does that ever sound fishy, like something out of a new age religion. Still, whoever's running this place is clearly very influential, so the idea that they'd be able to grant someone's wish might not be too far-fetched. Why, that's what they used to say about Kanata-kun, after all.
… honestly, he never thought it’d come to this. That he'd be surrounded by glitz and glamor, yet longing to return to the four plain walls of the dorm he shares with his odd duck roommates.
Well, he'd at least be having some fun if this was a real masquerade ball, and not just some excuse to drink and gamble. That sort of thing just reminds him of his other roommate. The one who with the obnoxious laugh who smells like a—
... wait.
Wait, wait, wait. What was that he just heard?
He makes his way towards the game table slowly, drawn to the laugh he just heard, as well as the shock of red hair he sees. He's just about to reach down and tap the person on the shoulder when he whirls around instead, causing Hiyori's brows to shoot up his forehead.]
Rinne-senpai?
[He gasps, his mouth forming an "O" shape beneath his masquerade mask.]
No way! What on earth are you doing here? If you came here to rescue me, you should already be doing that! Not just sitting around gambling!
the one with the ass attack
Granted, the décor doesn’t disappoint, there are some eye-catching costumes on display (though others are just tacky in his opinion), and the food, thus far, has all been wonderful. But this gambling business? Sorry, he’ll pass! He’s content right where he is, thanks!
Though how content can he be, really, when he's woken up in a place like this? When he's got some strange mark etched into his skin, and an unremovable watch strapped to his wrist, the latter of which informs him that the only way he'll leave is by doing some very not-idol-like things with more partners than he can shake a stick at. Yep, no question about it—this is some horrible, horrible weather.
The only thing holding him back from starting a mutiny (other than the food) is the promise of wish-granting. Do what they say, play their "game," and you can have whatever you want? Boy, does that ever sound fishy, like something out of a new age religion. Still, whoever's running this place is clearly very influential, so the idea that they'd be able to grant someone's wish might not be too far-fetched. Why, that's what they used to say about Kanata-kun, after all.
… honestly, he never thought it’d come to this. That he'd be surrounded by glitz and glamor, yet longing to return to the four plain walls of the dorm he shares with his odd duck roommates.
Well, he'd at least be having some fun if this was a real masquerade ball, and not just some excuse to drink and gamble. That sort of thing just reminds him of his other roommate. The one who with the obnoxious laugh who smells like a—
... wait.
Wait, wait, wait. What was that he just heard?
He makes his way towards the game table slowly, drawn to the laugh he just heard, as well as the shock of red hair he sees. He's just about to reach down and tap the person on the shoulder when he whirls around instead, causing Hiyori's brows to shoot up his forehead.]
Rinne-senpai?
[He gasps, his mouth forming an "O" shape beneath his masquerade mask.]
No way! What on earth are you doing here? If you came here to rescue me, you should already be doing that! Not just sitting around gambling!