Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151105231316/@comment-26897541-20151108221230

Sir Glass turned abrubtly, startled. "O-Oh! Um." He glanced longingly over to where the Parrot Prince had taken the Rose Lady's hand, leaving a boy wearing a beach-sand mask all alone. 'That could only be Ari-Sir Neptune,' he thought, 'but no one actually knows that I'm not as straight as I appear, let alone him, so... Maybe I should accept her offer. I mean, it would be rude not to, and it wouldn't blow my cover. I can... I can ask him later on.' That decided, he turned fully to the girl by his side, putting on a polite smile. "Of course I would, Miss...?"

Meanwhile, the Parrot Prince had approached the Rose Lady and Sir Neptune. He tapped the Lady on her shoulder. Rose spun around as Neptune raised his arms in a battle stance, ready to defend his best friend. "Whoa, whoa guys! It's just me!" Yelped Parrot, raising his hands up in submission. Recognizing his voice, Neptune let down his guard as Rose replied, "Oh! And- The Parrot Prince! Bonté, tu me fait peur! (Goodness, you scared me!)"

The Parrot Prince smiled warmly. "Ah, ma belle rose, allez-vous danser avec moi?" The Rose Lady giggled and nodded, taking his proffered hand as he leads her onto the dance floor. Meanwhile Sir Neptune made a harrumph sound. 'I hate it when they do that.' He decided to look around, see if there were any other loners he could maybe talk to. Or at least stand next to in a vague attempt to look included. (Read: He's not so subtly looking for Sir Glass because of that huge crush.) As he glanced around, he noticed a boy dashingly dressed like a stained-glass prince standing all alone. 'Oh! That must be him! He's so handsome-I mean, I guess he's nice looking. Not that I care or anything. But, ya know, he looks lonely. Maybe I should go talk to him, you know, be friendly and all. Tonight's the night to make a splash, after all.' As Sir Neptune decided to go talk to the boy in the glass-printed suit, suddenly a girl in a blue and gold mask and a haughty air strode up to the boy. To Sir Neptune's great dismay, she asked him a question and, as the boy looked around, he took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. 'O-oh... I..... guess I won't go talk to him then.'

Sir Neptune stood near the wall of the ballroom, suddenly realizing that, if this was what heartbreak felt like, he completely understood why a mermaid might want to dissolve into seafoam from the pain.

(*Rai casually wonders why she puts her characters through so much pain. Poor babehs.)