Guess what?

It was not a mystery that for an introvert a party was not the best place to attend, but deciding that from time to time you had to get out of your comfort zone, not seeing the point of staying locked in the bedroom while everyone else was here having A good time and that I had made plans with Lil, things seemed more positive than negative. A masquerade wasn't so bad, although the bow tie will sting the neck area. The eyes scanned the entire area in search of a familiar face before taking one of the two most typical options: Stay at the snack table or hide somewhere until it was time to leave. Lips twitching a bit, that sounded like an asocial person who didn't really want to interact with the world. Could not be farther from the truth. Slipping between her hands a crystal goblet that he didn't remember holding, which contained champagne. How curious, mind seemed to work on his own, better take advantage of it. That was the idea until a light tap on the arm, not loud but rather like the brush of someone passing fast, derailed plans by making some of the foamy liquid fall to the ground. "Hey!" Whirling around in fury, prepared to get into an argument with the poor idiot that he would have dared to do such a thing without even apologizing, eyes sparkling with anger. "What the hell was that ?!" The gaze was fixed on the back of said person. Oh if looks could kill Looking at that brown suit from behind, it could be assumed that it had to be someone similar in age to him. Kinda familiar for some reason. "Are you deaf? You almost made me drop the champagne!" With long strides, grabbing the other's arm with some aggression, a movement forced the stranger to turn. Pascal almost let out a sigh of surprise when he recognized that face that had not been seen for so many years. That part of childhood that he had been so important in the past. "Can't it be ... Camden?" @camdenlittle​

Seriously, it was already beginning to be questionable how fate seemed to play with invisible strings to bring them both together when the occasion became possible, with no warnings or warnings to prepare when both were face to face. Pascal just raised an eyebrow at Billy's dance-like energy display, raising a glass of champagne to his lips as if it had the effect of a painkiller. It would have been better to get hold of a whole bottle. "Someone is excited to start a new year or to left this one behind?" There was no irritation, rather neutrality because it was already undeniable to try to deny the friendship that the other seemed so willing to accept. Kinda mysterious why. Maybe New Year's Eve had caused an apparent kindness to creep into the man's spirit, or the alcohol had begun to relax the way he judged. His eyes flickered slowly, remembering the reason for the masquerade celebration. "I'm trying to figure out if you are really Billy boy or an alien who somehow was able to metamorphose with his appearance." The brow rose, trying to sound serious but unable to show seriousness on his face. "You may have been an alien infiltrating from the beginning, in which case, good job." Eyes rolled at the end of that sentence, without a doubt we had to stop consuming champagne or it would be guaranteed to wake up the next day with a terrible headache accompanied by a garnish where memories were blurred. Or worse, being more open with the sensitive side. Even so the crystal glass was raised in the air as a symbol of toasting. "Alien or not, you still be a special person to me but don't tell anyone that I told you that." @bingbongbilly​

“I feel so tall in these heels,” Lil giggled as she walked beside Pascal, holding his hand to keep herself balanced. “I wish I could walk better in them though,” she added, looking at Pascal with a smile. It was rare for Lil to get so dressed up, but she was enjoying the special occasion, even if she wasn’t the best at walking in the heels she chose. “I’d ask you if you want to dance, but I’m scared I might step on your feet and embarrass myself.” @chamelepascalcamouflage​

A quick smile appeared on the face, making efforts not to let a smirk appear or make a comment about the height, because it was kind of fun to remind Lil that she was shorty. Was that being mean? "Quite tall, you could stretch a bit and you almost reach my shoulder." Not mocking, but was a truth stament as his hand closed firmly and gently around her to help with balance. Looking at those heels, Pascal would rather walk barefoot in the masquerade than he even try to walk with those torture pieces tied on his feet. "Really? You're really lucky because you can take them off at any time, princess, if it were possible I would change my options." His intention was not to offend, letting out a sigh as his hands adjusted the bow tie around the neck as if the mere presence of it caused itching, regretting having chosen that type of clothing to attend the event. Better a casual look that includes sneakes and tattered jeans. He looked questioning at the mention of going out to dance, pondering the idea without even being intimidated by the idea of ​​heels stepping on his feet. Crazy stuff never stop popping around, why being afraid of that? Dance wasn't the best hobby but they already sang together at karaoke, not to mention that as a kid, Pascal mother's forced him to attend dance classes and classical dances. "Why would you embarrass yourself for something so trivial? People can be clumsy. Just follow the rhythm and eyes here." Fingers brushed the corner of her eyes to make a movement that indicated that they were watching his. Maybe this was a bit out of character from him, but for once there was gratitude for the shameful past. "Have I ever mentioned that I’m a dancer since i was a child?"

"Both of those things are the worst combination of the year. Snow piles that freeze everything and They're just so annoying. Little brats that doesn't know when to shut up." Pascal responded aggressively, glaring at any child who got too close. This resentment may have been due to the lack of discipline that parents seemed to ignore in educating their children, allowing them to do whatever they wanted while keeping their eyes on the phone screens. Why people wanted to have kids was a mystery for him, almost deciding for the moment that a life of freedom would be preferable to submitting ambitions to those short-necked monsters. It might be too early to tell, but surely Pascal wouldn't have a child if that was left to him. Although life could take many turns. "And it’s not funny that every time I have to go out, I have to prepare myself with several layers of clothing." The hand made a demonstrative gesture, barely able to bend the arm to perhaps wear more coats than necessary. Any word went dead in the throat when a snowball hit the man's chest. Pascal's eyes snapped when the sound of children's laughter reached the ears, everyone could almost see steam coming out of the ears as he turns to Flynn. "See ?! That's why I hate them so much!" @theflynnriders​

Pascal just looked like a deer in the headlights when the hand is grabbed to be moved in that way, more perplexed than annoyed at the idea of ​​being pushed to sing one of those little songs that made the man wants to bury his head under the snow and not take it out until the new year passed. That's why when the process got back to work, the desire to slip away was almost palpable. "C'mon Riley, Why do you want me to do this?" The question sounded lazy, almost inaudible as they continued to sing Julie Andrews' My Favorite Things. Surely that song would be stuck in the head all day. Meeting this person was like getting on a roller coaster, he never knew what kind of surprise was expected at each up and down curve, and although it would not be recognized it was something pleasant but confusing to find himself staying with an individual whose tons of tireless energy collided with his constant seriousness. Riley never seemed bothered by this, continuing to sing and waving their hands to the rhythm of the song, an activity that wouldn’t end soon given the apparent insistence of staying with all those women and men who sang tiresome Christmas songs, meaning that both wouldn’t go nowhere for a while, letting out a sigh for just having a choice not to become the spoilsport of the day. "Brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things." Pascal's voice faltered with each word, looking away so as not to show the shame he felt for having given in to that. If there was no escape, better help to make the moment something more bearable. @emotionalriley​

Admittedly, most of the things to be tolerated at Christmas were stupid, expensive, and without any kind of logical explanation. Or in the case of Pascal, trying to ignore the looks that seemed to have nothing better to do than to look - stalk -  at that curious couple with pecular dynamics who were under the mistletoe. Letting out a frustrated grunt at feeling like a carnival monkey. "They’re lucky you're here, otherwise I would have kicked them back into the hole they came from." The man rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Lil's waist to narrow the distance. A tender gesture that could rarely be observed in public. "I want to kiss you, but not because of a stupid tradition but because I really want to." The cheeks were already turning red, although it was a mixture of the cold of the street and that shyness that always appeared when it was time to be intimate. Gosh, he was a total mess with this kind of stuff and was sure that Lil would make fun of this at some point. That doesn't really bother him too much. "Just closed your eyes. It'll be more magical, probably." And hopefully this wouldn't end with a blind head butt, it wouldn't be the first time but that wasn't the important issue. His forehead leaned against hers gently, enjoying that quality connection before placing a sweet kiss on the woman’s lips, parting a few seconds later so as not to be too clingy. "Don't give me that look! I'm still new to this."  @devillelil

An eyebrow was raised at that question, almost internally debating if it was a trick question or had to be totally honest with the opinion about that way of wearing those shiny clothes that almost burned the retina of the eyes with so much Christmas decoration. "Are you sure that you want me to reply that with honesty?" The cheek was bitten internally, almost as a personal warning that one had to take things slowly and not be too critical of that display of colors and glitter that for some reason seemed to enchant that woman. "You look like a shiny Christmas representation with legs, that is to say, you can see that you really like this time." Those words were the kindest thing to say at the moment, offering almost an apologetic expression but preferring to remain neutral. Pascal wasn't that kind of guy who loved the holidays and even less all the stress that came with Christmas, drifting from taking final exams to spending long hours in queues just to buy gifts. In addition to the constant Christmas carols that were heard at all hours. The cheek was rubbed lazily, as if just thinking about it took away the energy. "Anyway, you still look good." @mabelgrl

Blinking in shock at that unexpected cry, the eyes darted a glance at the newcomer as the chest rose up and down as if a heart attack had occurred. "I really need to put a lock on the door." The fingers massaged the temples, letting out a somewhat tired sigh as the heartbeat returned to normal. No matter the years, he would never get used to the way Flynn found the way to introduce himself like this suddenly to say something. Sometimes a phone call or a message wouldn’t be too bad, or maybe that grumpy spirit was due to having slept little the night before when watching online tutorials on how to wrap gifts. "Merry Christmas to you too. We still have a few days left though and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't refer to me that way, Flynn." Even if the words sounded serious, the tousled hair and the gesture to hide a smile almost gave away that he was actually pleased to have been included in it. "Really? Well that's sweet that you got me and who knows who stuff. Guess we are in a deep debt with you." Truly, he got a present for that guy too but he won't tell him until christmas arrive, that way ws more gratifying to see one of  his best friend's surprised face. "Can I ask for a clue of what you got?" @theflynnriders

It would be a lie to say that Pascal was delighted with the idea of ​​not only having to wear a hideous piece of clothing that for some reason had become fashionable, but also having to share that ugly sweater with one that matched Billy's. "Thank you, but why?" The therapy was helping to control the impulsive temperament but not to know how to react against such a display of... whatever that was. He doesn't know if he should try it in front of this guy with tons of energy, burn it as soon as he gets to the bedroom or otherwise keep it just as a courtesy regardless of whether he ever put it on. "It's very kind of you, Billy Boy, but you shouldn't spend your money in me." Realizing that those words could sound incredibly rude, the man rolled his eyes hiding a growl and put on without turning the sweater that his 'friend' had taken the trouble to give him. At least it was warm and comfortable. Plus point. A chill ran through his mind as he heard the unmistakable sound of a 'click' turning his head to see Billy holding the phone pointed at him and typing something in a hurry. "Delete that now." It may have been from surprise or being caught off guard, but Pascal didn't even try to move to avoid it all. Cheeks turning broken at the possibility of who could be receiving that shameful proof that showed that a guy like him now owned a Christmas sweater. "Please tell me you didn't send it to Flynn, Rapunzel or ..." Just mentioning the other person made his heart hurt. "Oh no, don't tell me you took another of these for Riley so we three can go together and sing christmas carols door to door. I’ll refuse. Not gonna happen" @bingbongbilly

Weather: Blizzard

Feeling guilty would be an understatement in defining Pascal's feelings at that moment, shrugging his shoulders and mentally counting a series of numbers to control his breathing and the bad mood that threatened to spiral out of control. It was unfair that that could crush the spirits of that person who was next to him, who was not to blame for anything and therefore it was better to keep his mouth shut. The only thoughts were focused on reliving again and again that scene of white blizzard that had caused a single instant everything to get out of control. Fun and laughter transformed into screams and just looking for a place to take shelter while a tide of people advanced like an avalanche separating others. To be honest, it was hard to remember when he and Lil, Rapunzel, Flynn (Plus others) got separated or how he got to this place that looked like a comic book store. With the lighting being reduced to the telephone flashlights whose light at least offered some comfort. Better that than being in the dark. Pascal discreetly glanced at the other woman, trying not to sound like a guy with weird ideas but simply curious about how she had decided to help. They weren't friends, they didn't even know each other, and yet that hadn't stopped the generosity. "Pascal." He tried to sound kind, although his voice sounded somewhat broken when he introduced himself, and he kept his gaze on her eyes to show the gratitude that sometimes it was better to express with a picture than with a thousand words. It was a custom to observe the reactions of others when that name was said, Pascal was not exactly one of those that appeared in the lists of the most common, but he tried to smile again and not let the bad temper ruin the attempt to start a conversation. Nobody knew how long the blizzard would last, the minimum was to be a polite with the 'savior', which was easier said than done. "So. Are you the owner of this place? It seems pretty cool owning a business, when this is over I'll find a way to make it up to you." He said, hugging his stomach to try to undo the knot caused by trying to talk about something so trivial. Because Lil, Rapunzel, Flynn and many more were god knows where and there were no ways to contact them or even know if they were okay, an invisible weight that still caused a lot of tension. "Sorry, I know that I'm not the joy of the moment." @invisoviolet​