god damn it -- it’d been going so well and naturally that league of bastards had to do something to ruin it. screams pierce the air and alert him, tugging his attention away from the hand he’d been so close to holding, now slick with sweat, all candy-scented and popping explosions, glittering gold and orange hues running up his arm; splitting his skin. 

               ‘ camie -- get outta here! go towards the road! ’ 

                                ( DON’T GET NEAR THEM, DON’T LET THEM GET TO YOU AGAIN ) 

               he got them good seats. he waited especially to get two really, really good seats, in fact. and the lights dim on the stage and the sidekicks take over ( he recognizes most of them from his internship ), and the show is, truly quite dazzling. he couldn’t even shit on it like he’d done with the fireworks -- a few minutes in, though, and there’s a sight he’s more distracted by. eyes turn to the way the light flickers off camie’s features, the way her eyes are so wide and filled with wondrous delight at the performance -- and there’s that warmth in his chest again, rattling and humming against his ribcage. 

                lips curve -- ever so slightly -- into a smile; angled, angry features soften. she’s a vision. he can’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun for a whole weekend; he’s sad that this is the last event. a pang in his gut when he remembers that he has to go back to ua tomorrow, her back to kansai. so he reaches up -- reaches out towards her where her hand is by her side, and lets rough touch be gentle for a moment as their fingers entwine. 

      Having been standing for a few minutes, observing her, Keigo can’t help the smirk that spreads over WITTY lips as charm seeps from every pore of his body. Mask is decorating the predator’s twisted and amused features before be portrays panic and fear as he runs over, like an INNOCENT man, who has seen horror for the first time--- not like a predator about to play with a mind that had asked for none of that.

                they’ve found their way up above the crowds, elevated a few levels to get just the perfect view of the flashing lights and really feeling the way the ground shook from the bangs. and he’s shaking a little, too -- but it’s not like he could chalk it up to the fireworks filling the sky; he’s used to explosions. no, this was a shaking he was entirely unfamiliar with. something that had gripped him from just behind his ribcage and flooded his gut with what felt like flipping, rollercoaster static.

                she’s a bright light, colors flashing along her features and glinting in her eyes and across that smile -- that smile that hits him like a truck. 

Your divine presence has been missed. (Enforcer)

            ❝ – I’d rather die. ❞ If one stood close enough, they may be able to actually hear the blond grinding his teeth against the suggestion. But, proving his discretion in appointing her campaign manager correct, she makes a convincing and valid point. At length, he relents ( with no small amount of exasperation, appearing exceptionally inconvenienced by the chore ), slouching off in the direction of the dance floor.