The rest of Benedict and Beatrice's biting banter followed as easily as it had the previous evening at the beach. As long as he kept his eyes on her face, Kirin could cope with all the rest. When Ariana went off stage with the others, Kirin managed his lines with Graham and Prongs well enough. It wasn't until they got up to the costume party scene and the players were all mingling, that Kirin's temper began to heat up again.
Mawson, the Antarctica gargoyle playing the villain Don John, sidled over to Ariana and said in a low teasing voice, “Your outfit reminds me of the night we went to that place in Manhattan. It was in an old building and there was live music playing. Where was that again?”
“Oh, yeah... the Rockaway.” Ariana giggled and swatted him with her script. “I'm surprised you can remember it at all. Frank still talks about how many drinks you put away.”
“Well worth it, I say.” Mawson chuckled and grinned as he flicked his eyes over her as Ariana began to walk away as Beatrix cued the party goers to change positions.
It was all Kirin could do not to bare his teeth and growl. Mawson was wasting no time in making his interest known, unlike Happa's failed attempt. It didn't help that Ariana seemed to enjoy flouncing around in her sparkling halter and low slung pants. Even the way she carried herself was different; she walked with a hip-rolling sultry strut instead of her usual tomboyish gait. It reminded him too much of another female and another time.---- An excerpt from the next chapter of "Koiji"
Current Residence: D/FW, Texas|
Favourite genre of music: Eclectic, really....
Shell of choice: Seashell
Personal Quote: "One must first learn to draw the natural before one can draw the UNnatural."