[Goro's standing by the balcony, looking out to the snowy view while holding a half-drunk cocktail glass in his hand. Despite still wearing his own mask over his eyes, he can sense the intoxication from the earlier slowly fade away, revealing a weariness underneath. He feels strangely both content yet uneasy. The sea of masks doesn't invite him back to the dance anymore, but presents itself as dangerous and dreadful.
A strange mix of feelings. Too overwhelming.
Goro raises his glass back to his lips, taking a sip of his honeyed-juniper tasting nectar. Then, feels pair of arms around him and soft voice against his ear. His eyes widens underneath the mask and he spins quickly around, almost spilling his drink.]
Yo-- [He almost shrieks, the last effects of the previous haze disappearing upon seeing familiar grey eyes.] Akira.
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A strange mix of feelings. Too overwhelming.
Goro raises his glass back to his lips, taking a sip of his honeyed-juniper tasting nectar. Then, feels pair of arms around him and soft voice against his ear. His eyes widens underneath the mask and he spins quickly around, almost spilling his drink.]
Yo-- [He almost shrieks, the last effects of the previous haze disappearing upon seeing familiar grey eyes.] Akira.