#slicebyslice

「 █ ψ █ 」 a sea of common faces sweep by the mistress. as she stifled a yawn behind a manicured hand, she blows at the stray wisps of ginger from tickling her nose. it was terribly dull. no screams to keep her more than satisfied and there was no other entertainment provided for the mistress whatsoever. it was just so unfair. 

just as she was about to bury her face into a hamburger, she spotted an intriguing person. it’s been a while since anyone wore something similar to her. red leather. usually those who wore leather had the tendency to have very interesting personalities. maybe he would provide her with some entertainment. who knows, maybe she would make him scream for her. even without her pitchfork and whip, she still had their replacements: a spork and jump rope-- in which she can be really creative with.

having made up her mind, sadie curled her hand underneath her chin as she crossed her leg over her other leg. red lips tugged into a smile, humming in an attempt to garner his attention as she fixed a gaze on the silver-haired darling.

With that leisurely stroll of his, she easily caught up. She quickly grabbed his arm and pulled, spinning him around to face her. She gasped and took a step back.

There was a familiarity to the stark white hair and carefree facial features, but... "What happened to you? You're so-" What else could she say? "-Old..." A part of her wanted to believe he was really here, another part was wondering why, but all of her knew that there was always a possibility that this wasn't Dante at all. She hoped he was, but she rested a hand on her bb gun all the same, readying herself in case he wasn't

lady gaga | accepting

Everything about this ball was well-furnished, from the decorations to the food to the alcohol. In fact, especially the alcohol. While she usually preferred shochu, this wine was like something out of this world. Litchi had eagerly helped herself... and might have overindulged. Just a little bit.

She sat giggling to herself, making the occasional crass or outright bizarre comment at whoever passed her by, especially towards the ladies. Thankfully, she wasn’t acting on anything she said, though her unchecked behavior was sure to escalate with the more she consumed. 

“God, you ever just think, like,” she abruptly said to the closest person near her and took another swig, “like, how lucky you are to have eyes because there’s so many good looking people out there? It’s so nice...”

“I promise I didn’t follow you here too.”

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