#gouraiten

There were few in the world that had the misfortune of spending their Halloweens alone with no friends, no family, no fun…

And, somehow, the effervescent and flighty Ilaria ended up as one of those lonesome souls. She was dressed in a bunny costume, ears, fluffy tail, skimpy (classy!) casino-esque attire, all ready and excited to go to a costume party only to receive a text that she hadn’t RSVP’d soon enough and the member slot had “sold out.”

So she was, in effect, all dolled up with nowhere to go. Dejectedly, she dropped onto her couch and pouted at the blank TV before scrolling through her phone to see if she could find someone that wasn’t averse to last-minute plans.

And, she found someone in her cell phone contact, and smiled. Red. Ah, yes. He would love to get together for some silliness. Wouldn’t he? She wasn’t sure. But it was worth a shot.

Quickly, she typed in a message to the friend in mind.

          Her nose had been slightly scrunched at the gingerly held movement, relaxing once it had been completed. Pale extremities flew up to smooth out her wild tresses as she puffed out her cheeks. "I wasn't gone that long." Don't lie to yourself, Aylen.

          “Oh, hey Lavi.” Pauses. "You do have a tendency to disappear, don’t you?" Or maybe that was her. Or both.

we were to accidentally touch lips:[] Continue the touching of the lips.[] Discontinue, but smile.[] Discontinue, and be thrown in to a feeling of awkwardness.[x] Discontinue, and walk away.[] Discontinue and express distaste or shock.[] Discontinue, but then immediately recommence.you hugged me:[] Return the favour.[] Allow you to continue.[] Return the favour.[x] Resort to physical force to remove you from my person.You asked me to go out on a date?[] “Certainly!”[] “I’m afraid not.”[x] “Allow me to check my schedule.”[] “I think that’s doable, allow me time to decide.”[] “We have in the past.”[] “Your memory must be faulty; we are currently dating.”

In addition,

Sephiroth lands heavily on the space beside Lavi and the couch seem to let out an ancient wheeze as he sinks into the cushions. In either hand he holds a cold can of beer; one for himself and another for his companion. His eyelids are half-mast, and the silver-haired man stifles a yawn as he lazily extends one hand out towards the redhead. Once Lavi has taken the beer from his hand, Sephiroth allows his long legs to stretch out under the coffee table and drapes his arms over the back of the couch.