Oh Don't Be Such A Bore

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Astra drains the rest of her drink and takes his hand. “Perfect timing, really.”

It’s certainly a first for Ginger to find himself on this side of things and he’s starting to appreciate just how awkward it is.

“Ohfuck-” Astra goes very red and takes half a step back.

“No no no, it’s quite alright darling, it’s my fault really. I offered you a dance, and I should like to see it through. Unless you don’t want to dance with me anymore and were trying to bow out gracefully, in which case…” He gave a dramatic frown, and continued on in mock offense “I couldn’t possibly dance with someone who offended my honour so, leave my sight immediately!”

Astra giggles back. “Well then. It’s settled. A dance it is.”

Although Ginger is certainly not the best dancer in all creation, he’s also not the worst by a long shot, and has the easy confidence in it that comes from being brought up with the expectation that one should know how to dance for formal occasions.

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Astra drains the rest of her drink and takes his hand. “Perfect timing, really.”

It’s certainly a first for Ginger to find himself on this side of things and he’s starting to appreciate just how awkward it is.

“Ohfuck-” Astra goes very red and takes half a step back.

“No no no, it’s quite alright darling, it’s my fault really. I offered you a dance, and I should like to see it through. Unless you don’t want to dance with me anymore and were trying to bow out gracefully, in which case…” He gave a dramatic frown, and continued on in mock offense “I couldn’t possibly dance with someone who offended my honour so, leave my sight immediately!”

Astra giggles back. “Well then. It’s settled. A dance it is.”

Although Ginger is certainly not the best dancer in all creation, he’s also not the worst by a long shot, and has the easy confidence in it that comes from being brought up with the expectation that one should know how to dance for formal occasions.

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Astra drains the rest of her drink and takes his hand. “Perfect timing, really.”

It’s certainly a first for Ginger to find himself on this side of things and he’s starting to appreciate just how awkward it is.

“Ohfuck-” Astra goes very red and takes half a step back.

“No no no, it’s quite alright darling, it’s my fault really. I offered you a dance, and I should like to see it through. Unless you don’t want to dance with me anymore and were trying to bow out gracefully, in which case…” He gave a dramatic frown, and continued on in mock offense “I couldn’t possibly dance with someone who offended my honour so, leave my sight immediately!”

Astra giggles back. “Well then. It’s settled. A dance it is.”

Although Ginger is certainly not the best dancer in all creation, he's also not the worst by a long shot, and has the easy confidence in it that comes from being brought up with the expectation that one should know how to dance for formal occasions.

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Astra drains the rest of her drink and takes his hand. “Perfect timing, really.”

It’s certainly a first for Ginger to find himself on this side of things and he’s starting to appreciate just how awkward it is.

“Ohfuck-” Astra goes very red and takes half a step back.

"No no no, it's quite alright darling, it's my fault really. I offered you a dance, and I should like to see it through. Unless you don't want to dance with me anymore and were trying to bow out gracefully, in which case..." He gave a dramatic frown, and continued on in mock offense "I couldn't possibly dance with someone who offended my honour so, leave my sight immediately!"

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Astra drains the rest of her drink and takes his hand. “Perfect timing, really.”

It's certainly a first for Ginger to find himself on this side of things and he's starting to appreciate just how awkward it is.

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” She smiles and shakes her head, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

“Darling you’re incredible, and I love you” Ginger freezes for a split second as he realises that probably went through and barrels onwards to compensate, “A marvel, truly. Your costume is positively perfect darling, no alterations needed. We should go soon I expect, one does aim for fashionably late, but it can be taken too far you know, and-”

Ginger squeaks as he's lifted, but after the initial surprise he cuddles into Ferda and just basks in it all. He hadn't meant to say it, not really at all, but that was only because he was still trying to work it all out himself. And with the feelings and pictures he's getting from Ferda he really can't bring himself to regret it.

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

"Darling you're incredible, and I love you" Ginger freezes for a split second as he realises that probably went through and barrels onwards to compensate, "A marvel, truly. Your costume is positively perfect darling, no alterations needed. We should go soon I expect, one does aim for fashionably late, but it can be taken too far you know, and-"

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

Ginger stops in his tracks to stare at Ferda, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries and fails to come up with a decent reason why that is absolutely not what Ferda should be wearing. After a long moment he settles instead on focussing his attention on rummaging through Ferda’s closet to see what kind of actually decent costume could be scrounged together at such short notice. His phone is somewhere in amongst his search, perfectly obvious and easily found to him, but likely less so to anyone else

“I suppose you could say it’s like Halloween, but that’s hardly the point”

Ginger laughs, and brightens considerably at the mention of stuff in storage.

“The Phantom of the Opera?” Ginger’s surprise is palpable, and tempered by an excitement that Ferda had read a book or seen a movie from his own time. He looks over the costume again, and he tries, he really does but “I’m afraid I just don’t see it, darling”

Ginger does not scrabble and fall over the back of the couch and into the seat in his attempt to get closer to the TV, absolutely not. But he is entranced,

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

Ginger stops in his tracks to stare at Ferda, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries and fails to come up with a decent reason why that is absolutely not what Ferda should be wearing. After a long moment he settles instead on focussing his attention on rummaging through Ferda’s closet to see what kind of actually decent costume could be scrounged together at such short notice. His phone is somewhere in amongst his search, perfectly obvious and easily found to him, but likely less so to anyone else

“I suppose you could say it’s like Halloween, but that’s hardly the point”

Ginger laughs, and brightens considerably at the mention of stuff in storage.

"The Phantom of the Opera?" Ginger's surprise is palpable, and tempered by an excitement that Ferda had read a book or seen a movie from his own time. He looks over the costume again, and he tries, he really does but "I'm afraid I just don't see it, darling"

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

Ginger stops in his tracks to stare at Ferda, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries and fails to come up with a decent reason why that is absolutely not what Ferda should be wearing. After a long moment he settles instead on focussing his attention on rummaging through Ferda’s closet to see what kind of actually decent costume could be scrounged together at such short notice. His phone is somewhere in amongst his search, perfectly obvious and easily found to him, but likely less so to anyone else

“I suppose you could say it’s like Halloween, but that’s hardly the point”

Ginger laughs, and brightens considerably at the mention of stuff in storage.

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

Ginger stops in his tracks to stare at Ferda, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries and fails to come up with a decent reason why that is absolutely not what Ferda should be wearing. After a long moment he settles instead on focussing his attention on rummaging through Ferda’s closet to see what kind of actually decent costume could be scrounged together at such short notice. His phone is somewhere in amongst his search, perfectly obvious and easily found to him, but likely less so to anyone else

"I suppose you could say it's like Halloween, but that's hardly the point"

Ginger was a whirlwind of glitter and energy in the hours leading up to the masquerade. The way he flittered about Ferda’s apartment and left chaos in his wake, one would scarce believe that there was any awkwardness left between the two of them. Or maybe that was precisely why Ginger was such a bundle of energy, well, that was among the most likely explanations, but who’s counting anyway?

Ginger stops in his tracks to stare at Ferda, his mouth opening and shutting as he tries and fails to come up with a decent reason why that is absolutely not what Ferda should be wearing. After a long moment he settles instead on focussing his attention on rummaging through Ferda's closet to see what kind of actually decent costume could be scrounged together at such short notice. His phone is somewhere in amongst his search, perfectly obvious and easily found to him, but likely less so to anyone else

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

Ginger looks at her with confusion for a moment as he runs back through what he said.

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

She responds with a nod and a warm grin, her gold metallic lip color shimmering in the light as she does. This close, it’s easy to see just how delicate her dress is, gossamer thin tulle with embroidered stars over a black and gold base. The whole thing moves with her beautifully, and complements her warm brown skin.

Ginger presses a hand to his hand to his chest in a show of ‘oh who, me? You’re too kind, thank you’ that really ought to have looked more modest than it did,

He makes a slight clicking noise between his teeth and gives a small shake of the head,

Oh, the Winter Masquerade is in full swing now (as much as any Winter affair can be, really) and someone in a slinky gold dress embelleshed with a multitude of stars has just stepped off the dance floor. Her mask only covers the top half of her face, and is matte black with sprinklings of gold stars to match her gown. Ginger greet?

She responds with a nod and a warm grin, her gold metallic lip color shimmering in the light as she does. This close, it’s easy to see just how delicate her dress is, gossamer thin tulle with embroidered stars over a black and gold base. The whole thing moves with her beautifully, and complements her warm brown skin.

Ginger presses a hand to his hand to his chest in a show of ‘oh who, me? You’re too kind, thank you’ that really ought to have looked more modest than it did,

He makes a slight clicking noise between his teeth and gives a small shake of the head,