[center][h1][color=00aeef][b]Kazumin Nagasa[/b][/color][/h1]

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Currently wearing: Caesonian traditional formal wear
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(Minus the gloves and cape) 

Location- Main hall/Dance floor
Interactions- [@princess] Anastasia 

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Hardly a few minutes passed after leaving the dance floor and trying to make sense of things did a voice suddenly speak up at him. And in such an unexpected manner causing Kazu to jump in surprise."[color=00aeef] Crhist! Where did you come from?[/color]" He exclaimed flabbergasted, his head still whirling and at a loss only to be approached and the manner she did so actually had him blushing a bit for once. Not often does he get called big boy and from a lady at that... in fact never that is until today.

" [color=00aeef]Um..what? Dance? I...[/color]" Trailing off as he struggled to make sense of what was happening as he heard her suggest joining her in swinging around on the dance floor with the added promise, she wouldn't puke on him. The lady unknown to him had certainly helped snap him out of the guilt-ridden bout of depression he nearly sank into and now just found himself both confused yet curious. 

The woman who was a fellow blonde also seemed to carry with her a wild and energetic disposition which was not all too different from his own. She was of course stunning though what woman here wasn't? But she looked like someone he could get along with and were he not in such awkwardly horrendous situation would be sharing in her enthusiasm. 

Opening his mouth to speak when a masked man walked over who had an air of mystery around them and without a word handed the lady some letter. Then he was gone as quickly as he appeared.

As one could imagine, Kazu had a hard time following anything that occurred these pasts several minutes. For now, he was observing Anastasia; curiosity towards the letter's content beating out everything else at the moment though he dared not ask for it was none of his business. 

It ended up not mattering as he had the letter handed to him anyway followed by mention of an afterparty that had the discombobulated blonde perk up." [color=00aeef]An afterparty? Lady...you're speaking my language and if the place has actual liquor then consider me there yesterday.[/color]" Some of his usual playful spunk returned upon being given such an opportunity and so took a moment to read the contents of the letter before crumpling it up to be pocketed for now.

There was still the matter of her offer to dance and was intending to refuse at first. But after considering that he was already heads deep buried in muck kinds of trouble..."[color=6ecff6]Fuck it. I'm probably gonna be dying tonight or tomorrow so why the hell not.[/color]" He finally replied proper with a casual shrug of the shoulders. This time he made sure to reach for the hand but stopped his hand short with an uncertain look in his eyes." [color=00aeef]Wait... on one condition. That you promise you won't break down or run off crying on me.[/color]" He tilted his head in a suspicious manner; hesitation that was warranted as two of the ladies he met this night had done exactly these things, mind the first one had nothing to do with him. Yet, he was starting to have suspicions that noble women were either very sensitive or crazy and this one could very well possibly be either or both.

If she agreed to the little deal he extended then he would take hold of her hand and let himself be led onto the dance floor.