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The ball was over, the night was done, and they were finally home. With her shoes kicked off and her hair let down from it’s updo, Poppy was ready to turn in for the night before a thought crossed her mind. Throughout the event she had danced with probably about half of the island, but she suddenly realized there was one specific person she had ignored. “Hey,” she began, turning around to face Branch. “You still owe me a dance, mister. Don’t think I forgot about that.” In reality she had forgotten up until this moment - but that didn’t matter. @notxmrbrightside​

“Oh!” she breathes as she felt a small tug of someone stepped on the bottom of her dress. Pulling the material gently out from under the other’s foot, Layla shook the ends out - letting the excess fabric flow around to remove any dirty that may have gotten caught on it. “I am so sorry. This dress is beautiful but it seems to keep getting in the way of everyone. That’s what I get for going for the dramatics instead of something simple.” A small chuckle accompanies her words as she smiles sheepishly, slightly embarrassed to have made what was in her eyes quite the scene.

since moving to the island catra hadn’t really gone out of her way to meet many new people, so it wasn’t a surprise when she didn’t recognize a single soul in their masquerade masks. except for one. the one person that she would know absolutely anywhere - no matter what disguise or mask she may be wearing. “hey adora,” she greeted in her usual purr as she walked up to her former best friend. “saved a dance for me?” @adoraweaver​

Flynn recognized Professor Pantos immediately, but rather than approaching him in a way he normally would - he decided to have a bit of fun with it. “Well hello there Mr. Tall, Blue, and Handsome,” he drawled as he got closer, using all of his best acting skills to keep his face straight and his smolder intact. “Any way I could talk a specimen as fine as you into a dance with me?” @prescottpantos​

From the moment he had arrived, Anya had spotted Dimitri without any problem. The way he held himself, the general height and look of the rest of his body - even with his eyes hidden his identity was obvious to her. Any other time she would have gone out of her way to avoid him - still pissed and hurt from their shared past - but tonight was different. Tonight she could hide behind her mask and  the guise of saying she didn’t realize who he was. She could spend time with him, pretending to not have a clue of who he was, and save her pride and dignity the hit of admitting that maybe she just missed him and wanted to be near him once more. “Care for a dance, stranger?” she asked as she moved to stand besides him, her eyebrows raised behind her own mask. @dimitriv-anov​