[It's already pretty late to the night, clock not too far from striking the midnight. Yet no one is showing a sign of slowing down, least of all Goro Akechi, who is actually enjoying his time at the party. While it's true that the atmosphere was to his liking, with all the opulence and dramatics going on, it was the mask that made him feel rather relaxed. It brought a certain feeling of safety in its anonymity. No need to keep up any pretenses or worry about what others might think or not think of him.
But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
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Date: 2024-02-16 11:40 pm (UTC)But despite that, Goro couldn't help but feel a little weird at the dance party. The hall was a little hazy and he found himself to feel somewhat lightheaded, almost as if he was tipsy. Truly, he wouldn't be too surprised if this turned into something out of the Cult of Dionysus. The masks, opulence and almost hedonistic indulgence would fit.
Well, whatever. Goro travels through the sea of masks, taking part to dancing and the games at will, feeling his steps light as feather. But then he comes across a stranger donned in dark with red jewelry, sporting a crimson colored rose on his mask. A match to the flower he had purchased from the vendor at the beginning of the party.]
Evening. It looks like we match.