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GENESSIA PROM!

I - SETUP (12:00pm-5:00pm)

For any and all who agreed to help with the decorations, this would be the time to gather at the Hotel. A large list of assignments will be posted on the wall near the entrance, with duties including but not limited to:

1. Setting Tables, including placement of centerpieces
2. Wall and ceiling decorations, involving a lot of gossamer drapery and lights
3. Preparing the buffet table, with a mixture of hot and cold foods, as well as a separate table at the end for delectable deserts
4. Getting all necessary equipment on stage for the Live Band to perform. Sound Checks may occur throughout.
5. A side dressing room area set up exclusively for those who volunteered to take the time to get ready themselves, including special hair and makeup stations and a large rack to hang their dresses & shoes to change into later

II - HOTEL LOBBY (6:30pm onward)

Cozy and luxurious in its own right, those who arrive before Prom is scheduled to begin will be allowed to lounge in the Hotel Lobby for a spell. Meeting and greeting other early birds and partaking in a select few hors d'oeuvre made available while waiting for the doors to open

III. - PROM PHOTOS!

In the far corner of the lobby, a cute backdrop will be set up, ready for any and all couples/groups/brave souls going stag for the evening to take a memorable photograph! Selfies are welcome throughout, but for those desiring a more professional setup, Hikari Yagami will be on hand for the first and last hours of the night for "official" Prom Photos.

Smile, everyone!

IV - EATING/DRINKING

With a "bar" consisting of 90% nonalcoholic beverages--the remaining ten percent reserved for of age chaperones--and a buffet table spanning the length of the side wall, there will be no shortage of food options that night! Hot pasta dishes, cold sandwiches, fruits, vegetable platters, and a special end section devoted to some of the best sweets Genessia's bakeries have to offer!

Of course, what prom would be complete without the traditional Fruit Bowl Punch? Better get a sip in early, though...because some traditions never die, and it's not like those in charge can keep an eye on that bowl the entire night, can they?

V. - DANCE FLOOR

With a live band (Thank you, Professor!) ready to rock, you'll soon be dancing the night away, under ethereal decorations that will really make you feel like you're dancing among the stars!

In between sets, there will be a DJ spinning a mixture of slow dances, crowd favorites, and songs that'll really get the party rockin' (~~LMFAO style~~).

VI. - CHAPERONES

Because somebody's got to make sure the kids behave.

Hopefully actual adults who can behave themselves.

VII. - MINGLING/MISC.

What other shenanigans could the teens and tweens of Genessia possible get up to? The night is young, and so are they~

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( he actually meant how you dance in private - ren knows how to dance. or, maybe he doesn't know, but he's confident enough to act like he does even if he comes off like some epileptic donkey to everyone else. the joys of not giving a shit what people think. except when it comes to his friends and what they think he thinks about akechi, because in theory he should be absolutely fine with this downstairs too, and yet, for some reason, he isn't. the thought curls his stomach in a way he's not really sure how to do deal with, the implication of questions he's not really sure how he would answer because for once, he doesn't know the answers himself.

like an explanation for how his breath catches in his throat when a hand touches his hip. it's nothing, the slightest pressure that can be easily knocked away if ren wanted to. and he does want to. but it's these arms, all right? akechi's, very bare an inch from ren's waist, and then his own, openly betraying him by pressing akechi's hand more firmly - both of them are to blame. )

If you want to be traditional about it.

( at least his voice came out a lot steadier than he feels, so he'll give himself mental snaps for that. his eyes flick up from beneath his fringe, he can't back out of this now because he'll lose - lose at what, don't even ask him, he'll just lose at whatever it is. actually, he'll swallow his nerves and double-up, slide one hand from akechi's wrist towards the inside of his elbow. )

[ some part of him knows what ren actually meant but he decided it couldn't be it. he went for the better option. the one that didn't involve him dancing alone in front of him to the slightly distant music that's not entirely on-key. he'll take ren with him for this. he wanted to dance with him or so he choose to believe.

it's a delicate hold on him. one hand holding his hand still, the other on his hip - just the lightest of touch that only settles in when ren doesn't argue against it. there's a firmer hold from ren. and all he does is smile about it like he won something. god, his heart is pounding in his ears he's hardly hearing anything at all.

he has no idea what he could've won here. he won not being shoved over? his pride certainly isn't going to let him back out of this now. that'd be losing. he shouldn't want to be this close but he is. ren has a hand on his arm now that raises hairs and he's ever grateful that there's gloves on at least one of their hands today. and taking another step closer. there's a distance between them but not a lot. not at all. ]

Only for positioning. I'm not sure I could keep up with it otherwise. [ he starts off swaying them and moving his feet a little. there's no counting, since it's self-taught. it's all improvisation. he's simply going along with the music until the song picks. then he's trying to spin them both around with a big grin on his face. it's a fancier and livelier move than the song merited but it's fun and maybe it'll throw ren off. ]

( it's completely out of place, but the first thing ren is reminded of is their battles. falling in sync with one another, seamless and natural, there were times where joker caught himself thinking that he and crow could have taken niijima's palace alone. thoughts he'd quickly shoved back into the ludicrous hole they sprung out of, because the person trying to kill you is the last person you want to consider being alone with, no matter how naturally it comes.

but things are different now. here. maybe? ren isn't entirely sure, but regardless, he can't ignore the familiarity, how he can read akechi's movements as easily as if he were a book - until he spins.

ren knows it was on purpose, akechi's grin is wide and white enough to tell him that, and if he had switched shoes with that girl he's sure he would have gone stumbling into the railing, possibly over it entirely to save himself the torture of a smug look. but he has his mercifully flat shoes and sharp reflexes to thank that instead of stumbling, ren ends up gripping. his hand flings up, gripping the side of akechi's shoulder to keep his balance until the world is slow again.

he survives, and that's bad news for akechi and his big grin because ren knows a thing or two about punishment. with his pulse in his head, his fingers traverse the hill of akechi's shoulder, feet moving steadily - forward, side, back - as their tips follow the curve of his throat, catch a loose bang on their way into his hair. delicately, it's tucked behind his ear, and then his fingers unfold to flick the small tail protruding from the back of akechi's head - the swipe of a cat's paw. )

You should do it like this more often.

[ the person he was supposed to kill is the last person he should have been spending time around. the person he did actually try to kill isn't someone he should be around. the person he died for, technically speaking, is another thing entirely. their movements had been oddly in sync while fighting and this just makes it clear it translates over into everything else like he always thought it would have. dancing where it's hard to throw him off even while intentionally trying to. the steps go along. it's confusing and conflicting. he doesn't know if he wants to flee, stay, or push him over so he goes toppling into the street below - cracking his spine on the pavement.

akechi is trying not to think of it. succeeding for the most part. that's why he can grin so easily. why having ren practically death grip his shoulder momentarily gets quick little laugh out of him in amusement.

he can't not think about how off it is though when they're too close and ren's hand decides to just start traveling over his head again. what kind of compliment... the tips of his ears, now with hair tucked behind it are probably red. god. he's making fun of him, isn't he? this is such a horrible idea. knew it.

the look on his face is embarrassed and utterly incredulous. ]

Is that how you like it? It's hardly professional.

( he's definitely affected and ren definitely notices. the way akechi talks to sounds almost accusing. it's sloppy, you would like it - something like that. rather, ren thinks it frames akechi's face nicely, makes his round features more noticeable, but there's no way he's saying that shit. )

I think that's exactly why I like it. We're well past professional by now.

( murder can do that. the messier akechi gets, the more he likes it, actually. so he'll leave his hand right where it is, curled lightly at the nape of his neck. he pulls them back into one long-step glide that follows the swell of a violin. )

This isn't your first dance, is it? You know, outside of your room.

( you know, with someone else. )

[ it is a more polite way of saying what ren's thinking. something like that. but less because ren's sloppy himself and more because he knows this guy wants to see him unravel for self-satisfaction. watch him be a god damn mess because he deserves to be like every other murderous criminal, right? you would. he has to one-up this somehow. ]

How informal would you like to be with me?

[ he adds a smile to it, which is difficult to do when there's a hand on the back of his neck, which is incredibly hyper-sensitive now. somehow, he doesn't miss the step and swears he almost did. ]

Hm. [ there's a pause before answering the question, to think of a good reply to it that isn't the truth of "It definitely is the first dance." when in doubt, be cheeky. ]

Would you be jealous if it wasn't the first?

( to akechi's credit, the question gives him pause, the slightest falter in their cadence before it's picked right back up. ren stares. towards the threshold of friends is probably a safe answer, though it feels dishonest somehow. they've been honest up to this point, and ren doesn't want to be the one to go back on that agreement. his hand tightens a little in akechi's. )

I don't know. I think... ( his eyes flick to akechi's smile, to the strands of his hair spilled out of his tie, down to his rolled sleeves, up to his careful eyes ) I just like seeing parts of you that you might not mean to show.

( whatever that means, and then ren tilts his head. jealous? he snorts, shakes his head with a little grin. )

I don't get jealous. I get better. ( his fingers climb higher, not a feather at the nape, but a full palm curved over the back of akechi's neck )

Am I better than them?

[ ren had a second on that question. he's been watching him too long to not think the question caused him pause for any length of time. or maybe it's wishful thinking that he knows the answer isn't going to be something that'll lessen how deep he thinks this goes. he pulls himself a little closer to him before he replies, before their hands tighten around each-other. ]

Hm... [ and he's smiling a little more. something knowing. he understands that answer, at least. ] Well, the feeling's mutual. We're full of too many secrets to not find it alluring when something slips.

[ an eye roll at the snort. ]

You get better, do you? [ this is his first dance. there's a hand on his neck. akechi's other hand is on ren's hip. one of his fingers tap while he's thinking. what if he moved this hand? is ren better than this imaginary dance partner? he could say whatever he wants here. he wonders if the pause gives him away. ]

A better dancer? No, not really. You'll have to improve.

Then we'll have to do it more often.

( a response that comes too readily, like ren couldn't be ass'd to spare a thought towards the implications of that, or any of this. but he's not thinking about consequences, he's just being honest. he's just talking. he wonders what akechi could possibly find alluring about him, in the same vein, what he's seen of ren already that he never intended to share.

he's so busy tangling akechi sometimes he forgets he's snared, too. )

You used to be pretty insistent on hanging out together, it's a shame secrets changed that. ( but things are changing again, aren't they? two months ago - one week ago, ren couldn't have seen them in a dance, seen himself with his hands on goro akechi. not in any sense but wrapped around his throat.

grey eyes, tinted blue in the moonlight, glance up. )

Once they're all out, will you be like that again?

That could be dangerous.

[ he doesn't say it like he's not game. danger and ren go hand in hand. not because of where they go in the metaverse. but the cat and mouse thing that went round and round until it hit a grinding halt and he was caught in his own trap. risking attachment was too risky for the both of them. always was but they kept doing it anyway. talking. getting closer and closer to try and get the other one first.

now they both know too much and too little about each-other at the same time. ]

It is a shame. [ to be so bold and demand attention. ren's the one doing that these days. akechi turned into the quiet one. they flipped positions but not because of any secret plans this time. goro akechi certainly would have asked him to prom if events didn't go how they did, if only to be funny. ]

Maybe. Maybe not. [ something inside him broke and stole away all that confidence. he pauses, sighing. ] It depends on how you react to a secret I have. If you act too differently, I might not want to hang out with you.

I live for danger.

( stop this banter-flirting right now, this isn't helping the situation at all. the answer akechi gives him, ren realizes, isn't really the one he wants - but he's not unhappy with it. of course he's curious to what this secret could be, when a gun to the head surely opened his eyes beyond anything else that could be worse than that. now is not the best time to press on it though, not when they already had such an exhaustive conversation. he's satisfied for now.

besides, ren knows he's said some ugly things himself that he's not quite ready to confront. at least, from what he can gather in the bits and pieces of memory that have floated back to him.

akechi seems to like the way he's behaving just fine though, if he doesn't want him to act too differently. )

So the key is to continue bullying you? Is the secret that you're a masochist?

( so you admit you're bullying him... )

I know you do. [ he winks at him, grinning mischievously just long enough for him to notice. don't stop that banter-flirting. that's incredibly fun, even if it's toying on actual danger every damn time.

he looks to the side when ren doesn't press on the secrets, with a soft tiny smile. that's good. a piece of him wants them out and over and done with but the entire rest of him knows he won't actually give anything up even if he did because it would ruin ...whatever it is they're doing right now. and every single future interaction. this is something good. he's fine for now. take your time. ]

[ he doesn't think he's a masochist even if he keeps interacting with ren and it hurts in a multitude of ways. his eyes move back to him, feigning surprise. ]

Have you been bullying me on purpose this entire time?

( that wink ren has seen a hundred times before suddenly makes his heart trip in a new way he is not at all agreeable with. then once more, at that smile, and his tongue is caught in his mouth, some cheeky response about how poor his detective instincts are if he can't gauge that much, but he realizes something that stops him mid-step in their dancing. )

Ah ( his tongue unsticks from the roof of his mouth, in accordance with the slow pull of his body from akechi's. ) I didn't notice the music had stopped.

( there's some wonder in his tone; to be that absorbed, when he's usually so aware of his surroundings. the air feels a little heavier now that he's not caught up in a web of proximity and teasing, his hands also feel antsy without something to grab or pockets to hide in, and so ren clears his throat before pulling at his gloves, just to busy his fingers. )

We should head back downstairs, yeah? ( a small grin, wry, he tugs one glove free. ) Without something to fill silence, our mouths are bound to get us into more trouble.

( hi yeah what the fuck does that mean ren )

[ akechi could have gone a while without realizing the music had stopped, had ren not decided to point it out. ren's usually so aware while akechi gets lost in thought sometimes. he missed more than a train or two just thinking about something. hell, once he forgot he was in the middle of an interview. this being one of those moments where he's really thinking about anything but what might be playing in the background. ren was the entire thought process.

but he's surprised it seemed to bypass ren too. is it egotistical to be proud of himself for being so distracting? he could say something cocky about it but there's something heavy lingering inside now. like his stomach dropped because a pleasant moment has to end now and the world has to get back on track. close proximity lost. distance regained. don't forget: you tried to murder him twice. ]

I suppose we should. [ there's nothing on ren's arms with that glove free. ] We do seem to lack the ability to control what we might end up doing with our tongues tonight.

[ hi. let's make it worse. ]

Your friends are probably wondering where you wandered off to now.

Edited 2018-07-13 06:02 (UTC)

( ?????? )

Eating?

( oh my god )

( the dichotomy of his personality is truly on full display here as ren seems to be 100% serious about that interpretation when he tugs off his other glove and tells akechi )

There was this amazing soup, I'll introduce you to the person who made it. ( beat ) If you want.

( it's not showing him off to his friends or anything, but it's certainly a shift from earlier in the evening, where ren wasn't sure if he wanted them to be associated as anything more than acquaintances. now he's talking about introducing him to people.

if akechi is down for that, of course. )

[ . . . ]

Soup?

[ what hell are you talking about???? akechi is caught just looking at him with his brows raised all the way into his hairline and his mouth in a stiff smile of confusion.

well, that's not where he thought this was going. oh god. now he feels stupid. he honestly isn't surprised this went to food. he laughs, covering his face while he does with both hands because now he just feels highly embarrassed he thought this was going in ANY direction that wasn't food. oh my god. ]

Sure. I'll meet the soup maker. [ he's honored ren would want to even bother bringing him along to meet anyone. a chef is probably a baby-step but it's a good one. ]

I think the food blogger in you will definitely take a shine to...?

( ren trails off; the confusion he returns at seeing akechi cover his face would seem to lend further credit to his misinterpretation, but....who knows with this asshole, really. nevertheless, he comes two steps closer and curls his fingers over akechi's wrist. its skin to skin now, and he can feel the drum of akechi's pulse under his fingers when he pulls his arms down. )

Thanks for the dance

( ren tells him, with a smile that's too soft over all the ruin between them )

and everything else.

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