Welcome to the Festival of Fireflies

[lazyjustice]

Who: You! Anyone and everyone is welcome to come!
What: A Festival of Fireflies with games, food, rides and more!
Where: Genessia
When: August 15th-20th. Starting at 7pm
Warnings: Be sure to warn in your threads appropriately.


[The gates are open and the air is filled with the sound of music. Whether you're a reveler, a vendor or anything in between-- come and enjoy the festival!

The Firefly Masquerade post is here]

Comments

[fireinthebed]

[Pft, give him something to do and maybe he won't run off and do ridiculous things like this. But he had fun with it, if what he was doing was any indication. But either way he's grinning as he moves off the stage, taking the towel to only really bother with drying his hair off with a quick movement. The bonuses of having ridiculous hair, he really doesn't have to do anything with it other than dry it off. The rest of him will dry off naturally and it doesn't seem to bother him to be wet right now anyway.

That beer bottle waiting for him is also appreciated, taking it after he's done with the towel and immediately cracking into it and taking a long drink from it before he decides to actually answer his words. Rude, come on, you stop that.]

As if I'd do that shit for money, that just makes it boring. [He comments, his free hand merely waving it off as he goes to head away from the bustle of the festival.] 'Sides, given how that kind of thing tends to go? I'd rather not end up like the slum girls, I left that shit behind.

[sayslittle]

Point.

[Rude knows full well that the notion of mixing business with pleasure is a sour one for Reno, for the simple fact of bringing business into it at all. Which makes it the ideal tease, in some ways, because they both know it's nothing to get worked up over.

Speaking of worked up, though. Rude had stuck around to keep an eye on things but he knows what that show was really about - he's known Reno for too damn long not to have picked up on things like that - and so the bid to move away is met with a knowing smile (as much as Rude ever does smile) as Rude stays right where he is.]

Call me if you're worried you'll end up dead.

[Beyond that? Rude's not terribly interested in watching something he's seen from his partner countless times before.]