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xp_logsClarice & Shiro go the dance! They cute, they dance, Shiro offers to defend Clarice's honor! And it doesn't involve hauling a bucket of paint up a water tower!
Shiro decided that the cummerbund is the ugliest and most useless accessory ever devised by man. What's the point of wrapping a thing of silk around his belly? He should've gone with the vest instead. But overall, he thought he looked okay. His skin matched the black of the tuxedo, which stood in sharp contrast to the white of the shirt. He entered the ballroom with Clarice, and he could only imagine how strange it must have looked for a man with pitch black skin walking arm-in-arm with a purple girl.
Walking into a ballroom on the arm of a guy, even if it was Shiro, was exhilerating to Clarice and she imagined that all eyes were on her. With the exception of her parents, they were in fact all on the buffet table and string quartet that was playing, but her sense of drama had reached unprecedented heights. So had her heels as she had been talked into wearing silk stilettos custom dyed to match the purple ribbons on her dress.
Shiro was used to being short and having to look up to people. But he was not ready for Clarice, who was even shorter than him, to stand at his height. That was freaky.
And even freakier was how she managed to walk in those shoes. A inborn feminine talent, surely. "So, uh, you said your parents would be here?"
"My dad's over...there," she gestured with her head to a well dressed man and woman talking with someone she didn't recognize and grabbed his arm tightly so she wouldn't fall, "Damnit!" she grinned wryly, "I practiced in these and I'm still going to make an idiot of myself."
"Teach yourself flight as a seconday mutation," Shiro suggested, holding onto her to help her keep her balance. "You'll be fine. If it helps, I'll make an ever bigger fool of myself so you can save face."
"'preciate it, Shiro, but I don't think I'm going to be kicked out of the girly-girl club quite yet," she snagged an hors d'oeuvre from a passing waiter, "And...my mom is over there with her boytoy."
Shiro read the disgust in Clarice's comment and nodded. "Should we do something that freaks them out? Something mutanty?"
Clarice smiled like a cheshire cat, not caring that it made her look slightly insane, "I knew we came for a reason! 'Cept Shinobi & Paul said I can't cause a scene so it has to be discreetly freaky."
"We could slither up near them and talk about Dukes or Beak loudly enough so they can hear. That's bound to freak them out, yeah?"
"Hee! Yeah! Or y'know, be ourselves. That works pretty well most of the time," Clarice agreed, figuring that no matter what they did, her parents would have at least a minor freakout. They really weren't comfortable with the whole mutant-thing.
"I can just see it now. 'Hi, I'm Shiro. I used to have the power of a hydrogen bomb, but now I'm harmless. Nice to meet you.'"
"I doubt they'd get past the hydrogen bomb part, they tend to weird out on things like that. And what does it say about us that we don't?" mmm, food.
"That we're desensitized. I blame television." A waiter passed by with a plate of pigs-in-blankets, and he grabbed one. There was something so ingenious about little hot dogs.
Clarice grabbed a fluke of champagne, holding it but not drinking, she was behaving tonight. At least in theory, "I dunno, not too many places that have Cookie Monster for math and rock stars or olympic athletes for Spanish and French."
So maybe it's Professor Xavier's fault," Shiro suggested, downing the pig in a single bite. "Freak us out at home so we never freak out in public, ne?"
"Absolutely it's his fault, who do you think hired the staff?" another waiter came by and Clarice placed her champagne on the tray, if she wasn't going to drink it then
there really was no point in holding it. "C'mon, let's dance!"
Shiro let Clarice lead him out to the dancefloor. He was lucky enough not to suffer from straight white boy condition, but that didn't make him an expert dancer by any
means. Still, he avoided stepping on Clarice's toes and looking like a total idiot, so as far as he was concerned, it was a victory.
Shiro decided that the cummerbund is the ugliest and most useless accessory ever devised by man. What's the point of wrapping a thing of silk around his belly? He should've gone with the vest instead. But overall, he thought he looked okay. His skin matched the black of the tuxedo, which stood in sharp contrast to the white of the shirt. He entered the ballroom with Clarice, and he could only imagine how strange it must have looked for a man with pitch black skin walking arm-in-arm with a purple girl.
Walking into a ballroom on the arm of a guy, even if it was Shiro, was exhilerating to Clarice and she imagined that all eyes were on her. With the exception of her parents, they were in fact all on the buffet table and string quartet that was playing, but her sense of drama had reached unprecedented heights. So had her heels as she had been talked into wearing silk stilettos custom dyed to match the purple ribbons on her dress.
Shiro was used to being short and having to look up to people. But he was not ready for Clarice, who was even shorter than him, to stand at his height. That was freaky.
And even freakier was how she managed to walk in those shoes. A inborn feminine talent, surely. "So, uh, you said your parents would be here?"
"My dad's over...there," she gestured with her head to a well dressed man and woman talking with someone she didn't recognize and grabbed his arm tightly so she wouldn't fall, "Damnit!" she grinned wryly, "I practiced in these and I'm still going to make an idiot of myself."
"Teach yourself flight as a seconday mutation," Shiro suggested, holding onto her to help her keep her balance. "You'll be fine. If it helps, I'll make an ever bigger fool of myself so you can save face."
"'preciate it, Shiro, but I don't think I'm going to be kicked out of the girly-girl club quite yet," she snagged an hors d'oeuvre from a passing waiter, "And...my mom is over there with her boytoy."
Shiro read the disgust in Clarice's comment and nodded. "Should we do something that freaks them out? Something mutanty?"
Clarice smiled like a cheshire cat, not caring that it made her look slightly insane, "I knew we came for a reason! 'Cept Shinobi & Paul said I can't cause a scene so it has to be discreetly freaky."
"We could slither up near them and talk about Dukes or Beak loudly enough so they can hear. That's bound to freak them out, yeah?"
"Hee! Yeah! Or y'know, be ourselves. That works pretty well most of the time," Clarice agreed, figuring that no matter what they did, her parents would have at least a minor freakout. They really weren't comfortable with the whole mutant-thing.
"I can just see it now. 'Hi, I'm Shiro. I used to have the power of a hydrogen bomb, but now I'm harmless. Nice to meet you.'"
"I doubt they'd get past the hydrogen bomb part, they tend to weird out on things like that. And what does it say about us that we don't?" mmm, food.
"That we're desensitized. I blame television." A waiter passed by with a plate of pigs-in-blankets, and he grabbed one. There was something so ingenious about little hot dogs.
Clarice grabbed a fluke of champagne, holding it but not drinking, she was behaving tonight. At least in theory, "I dunno, not too many places that have Cookie Monster for math and rock stars or olympic athletes for Spanish and French."
So maybe it's Professor Xavier's fault," Shiro suggested, downing the pig in a single bite. "Freak us out at home so we never freak out in public, ne?"
"Absolutely it's his fault, who do you think hired the staff?" another waiter came by and Clarice placed her champagne on the tray, if she wasn't going to drink it then
there really was no point in holding it. "C'mon, let's dance!"
Shiro let Clarice lead him out to the dancefloor. He was lucky enough not to suffer from straight white boy condition, but that didn't make him an expert dancer by any
means. Still, he avoided stepping on Clarice's toes and looking like a total idiot, so as far as he was concerned, it was a victory.
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