| Another holiday time, another excuse to take a break from to dojo. Hitoshi had spent many days practicing his art, not to compete nor to prove his athleticism, it was mindless enough that he can settle and clear his thoughts. He rather enjoyed the time, despite his recent luck bumping rather high in a sour way. He still felt bad for the kid at that college party, he couldn't find an exact reason for his actions and words but he truly felt like a lost cause with his hatred towards Omegas. The thoughts turned onto the silver-haired man, he was oddly extremely calm and open about a rather dark past. Looking back on it, he wondered if it was made up to help that kid given how relaxed he seemed. Regardless, what could be done is done. It was bittersweet but not as bitter as his recent mess. Vera Angoli, he didn't know what she was heading out for or coming back from. All he knows is he tripped and slam dunked the cake he worked so hard to bake onto the woman's dress. It was something he'd admit to fucking up on. Having to bake her a desert as a way to pay for the mistake wasn't bad, it was buying the flour he needed to make the desert.
The past couple of months weren't the greatest but in the end, they made up his life and he just had his lessons to learn. Some people were far from saving; every story can easily be a lie; and, watch how you enter elevators. A trifecta of lessons he didn't know he needed but he took them into account. Now was a rather important day, it was a Valentine festival event, while there were many to choose from, he decided to attend the Masquerade Ball. While his present wear wasn't the absolute fanciest, it was allowable, that was his hope. Exchanging his top black coat with one of red with matching gloves, he believed he was amply covered. He grabbed his older face mask from a previous ball only to pull his hood up and adorn the mask on top of that. Surely one of those masks would work, though it'd also be hysterical to find underneath a mask is another mask. Prepared for the outing, the Sumeragi made his way from his home in the Western District to the Central District. The trek to Tokyo Dome was rather long but Hitoshi truly didn't mind. It was a time for fun.
After making his way to the ball, he had to go through the admission process to actually get in. He was shocked there were no troubles, at least thus far. Trouble had a funny way to follow him. Once in, the man took his time to look around, enjoying the festivities, taking part in some idle chatter prior to dancing with strangers, most people were able to get one dance but, it didn't really feel right for him. At most, he wasn't really that invested in his dance partner. The talks had were translucent, painting a picture who they were more clearly than intended. After each dance, Hitoshi thanked each individual before moving on. Feeling a bit parched, the man decided to hit the bar, get something to drink, a refreshment sounds nice right now.
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