[ He's not the only one who bows. Weiss places her hands on her skirt and does a curtsy. ]
Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
[ Well then! If he's doing that, then she may as well do the same.
She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
Did your lord teach you how to charm people, or is this a natural trait?
[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]
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Thank you for inviting me. It was fun.
[ She actually had fun. The most fun she's had since arriving here, and that's saying a lot. Their masks prevent her from seeing his face in full, but she'll try and remember the hair. Voice, too. ]
Can I get my dance partner's name?
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[ There is no rule about removing your mask once you're in the party, as far as he knows, which is why he reaches up to peel it off of his face. The removal is a relief; air cools on his skin as he brushes a few loose strands of dark hair back behind his ear. ]
This might be cheating, buuuut ... I don't think anyone else is watching. [ he shares a little grin, ] A name is easier to remember with a face, right?
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She's careful to remove the mask off her face, making sure she doesn't mess up her hair in the process. There's a scar that runs down the left side of her face, across her eye. ]
If this is cheating, then I'll try to keep my mouth shut. [ There's a grin right back. She may be a goody two shoes, but she's not pandering to the authorities here. ] It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rokurou. I'm Weiss.
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[ The scar draws his attention. She had mentioned she was a huntress; had it been from a battle? Thin, precise, but her eye does not seem to be compromised. He wants to ask but finally pushes the urge back down, knowing that it's not the time or place to ask a lady about a mark on her face. There may not actually be a time or place to ask a lady about anything on her face.
Which is rather pretty. It wouldn't have mattered either way with his finding her personality to be quite charming but it's nice to see it without the mask. True enough: a name is better with a face to go with it. ]
The pleasure is all mine.
[ Since he's already enjoying playing the role of a proper gentleman—he reaches to take her hand in his, bowing his hand as he presses a light kiss against the back of it. ]
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[ Because she is just that— charmed. She's not a blushing mess surprisingly, but she does let out a giddy little giggle when he kisses the back of her hand. ]
This almost feels like one of those encounters at a fancy ball, and then we'll never meet each other ever again.
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[ Whew, girl, giving that old lord of his way too much credit. This proper behavior would be the work of his strict and terrifying mother—but he doesn't think bringing that up is going to increase his charm points. The woman would be rolling in her grave if she knew that her youngest son was tomcatting around some sex resort, so better not to think about her right now at all. ]
Let's hope that isn't the case. Let's not be strangers, alright?
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[ And she definitely won't pretend she doesn't know him! Why would she do that when she got to indulge herself in a little bit of dancing? It was fun, and if she doesn't find a way out of here soon, then at least she made an acquaintance. ]