「 *SEIZE THE DAY. 」

“To be honest, I don’t know why people give fruitcake to others at Christmas time. I mean, there’s probably nicer food gifts to give, I think,” Like what? Anything other than fruitcake, Haruka thinks. Though, she could be slightly biased, she doesn’t particularly like the look of fruitcake.

“By the way, what’s ‘tarte tatin’? It sounds tasty.”

          ❝ Have you been to the Swirling Gulf during the evening hours, Percival? ❞ an innocent enough question, even without the way her tone lifts a little in a particular joy she has so scarcely been able to use until recent. ❝ No. What I mean is... maybe I should just ask? Would you like to go with me tonight? I-If you aren’t preoccupied already, of course, that is! ❞

    “ Hm….. you have a point. However, perhaps it is the fact it only happens once a year that it breeds much excitement. It gives others time to come up with their costume and make it as, extravagant, as they wish. “

      ❛   In my time, the spirits were polite enough to only rise in February. That involved spring and the opening of new wine— not… All of this nonsense.   ❜

   “ But is that not how holidays work….? To be celebrated a special day each year? “

“You walked into a COSTUME store!”

❝One two three, one two three, one two- AUGH!❞ Alm trips over his own feet and lands flat on his back. If you happened to be walking by, you could see that this man is in distress. He was trying to teach himself how to do the waltz with minimal success. He just sort of… lies there, moaning pitifully. This guy is going to be king, everyone. This man is going to lead a nation very soon. First, he’ll have to learn how to dance with the elite members of society.

…it’s not going well. It’s like he has two left feet and no coordination. He slams a fist against the ground in frustration.

❝Celica makes dancing so easy…. uuughh.❞ 

          GOLD WATCHES BRIEFLY, HAVING HEARD the counting of steps not far off, which has drawn her attention. yet it was soon after that the sound of a fall occurs, causing her to remain silent, if only for a moment after until he speaks, as she watches the unfortunate display.  ❝ ... I’ve been told it’s a lot like coordinating steps on a battlefield, ❞ she chimes in after the fist slam, only realizing after that it was probably a tad rude to even be here like this.

“Excuzes-moi, but just how many people in this place are from the moon?” He’s met a few, but now he was curious as to just who else was from there.

          taking a breath, she does her best to relax even the slightest, tugging him along to a small blanket she had prepared beforehand for the two. ❝ Over here, Percival. I even asked for some special desserts, ❞ she speaks, noting the various french pastries sprawled out, maybe more in the hopes it might help ease her racing heart. letting go of his hand, she plops herself down well enough, glancing up at some of the comets passing through. just like you rehearsed at home, jeanne, she thinks momentarily before finally speaking.

          ❝ ... it’s beautiful, isn’t it? Even back home in Paris, things like this weren’t a common sight... ❞ she recalls, trying to remember if there was anything similar to such a thing. ❝ Percival, what do you think about us---? ❞ a pause, realizing the fumble of words, far beyond what she had meant to say.  ❝ !!?! Wait! I-I meant this! This!! Yes, that is exactly what I was trying to say. What I mean to say is what do you think about this!? ❞ great, so much for all that practice.