two left feet (Hiyori+Tsubasa)
@eaglewonderboy
Hiyori wasn’t one for fine wines, for meals the size of half-dollars and the dreaded “idle chatter” - so she really wasn’t sure why she’d decided to attend the masquerade.
Maybe the promise of good food, or the fact that her dress was a masterpiece, or maybe she just wanted to see one of the legendary Solaris Balls, as seen in the papers, usually hosted by the rich and spectacular.
With the smallest of sighs, she retreated from her stalking of a rather wealthy-looking couple of girls who seemed to be on the cliff of a huge, dramatic argument to go restock on snacks.
Just as she emptied her champagne glass (it was full of fruit punch, but it was fancy and she had no self-control), she bumped into someone, roughly, nearly jostling her plate and cup out of her hands.
“Sorry!” Hiyori laughed, reaffirming her grip on the objects before turning to greet the person she’d hit. “My fault, I was a little distracted.”
