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Log; Ongoing

When; Prom Night! ♥
Rating; Uhh... G to PG-13 maybe?
Characters; Noitora and Tesla
Summary; Two teenage boys goin' to prom. Awkward? Likely.
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Noitora stood looking at his reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. His hair was out of his face for once, trailing down his back and floating across his shoulders. The suit he wore was an oriental cut, white with silver stitching. He looked quite good, and he grinned at his reflection. He was sure his date would appreciate it.

Well, he didn't actually have a date. He was just going with Tesla. But still, Tesla had mentioned to him before that he oughtn't look so disheveled all the time. Noitora was certain that Tesla would be impressed that all on his own, he came out looking this good.

So he headed out to go pick up Tesla to go to the prom. The night was cool for this time of year, but Noitora barely noticed it through his suit. Besides, it wasn't a far walk to Tesla's. Soon he was knocking on the door.

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Tesla wasn't one to underdress for anything. From regular classes to going out with friends, Tesla made sure he always looked his best. Prom night was no exception to this rule. Dressing up for him, though, meant something a lot less flamboyant than what Noitora might consider.

He readjusted his black gloves, running his index finger around each wrist to ensure that the fabric of his crisp black tuxedo or his freshly pressed white dress shirt were not caught beneath them. Otherwise, he was prepared for anything, as he usually was.

Well, anything, but the vision Noitora presented when Tesla opened the door to answer him. He paused, taking a moment to fully digest what he believed was one of the first times he had ever seen the older boy dress up.

"I- ... You look very stunning, sir," Tesla finally recovered, offering him a slight smile.

His grin was smug and cocky at the compliment. He gave a slight nod, "You don't look half bad yourself."

As he looked at Tesla, the thought that the lines of the tuxedo accented the boy's body perfectly flitted through his mind. As quickly as it came, however, it also left, to be replaced by the image he had of himself. His grin only broadened with his egotism.

"We might as well head over to the square, if you're ready. It starts soon, right?" He couldn't remember if everything was supposed to start on the hour, or half past, but he knew if he was in error Tesla would correct him.

Tesla shifted his glove, checking the time once again, although he had been watching the clock all afternoon and already had a fairly strong impression of just what time it was. He closed the door behind him with an audible click as he stepped out into the fresh evening air to stand by the other boy, keeping just a step or so behind to make sure Noitora could lead.

"We'll be arriving shortly after the event starts. I believe you'll be able to make a much more... noticeable appearance then," Tesla remarked. He hesitated, clasping his hands behind his back before adding, "You were not able to secure another date for yourself?"

"Hah, perfect!" Noitora loved to be noticed; unfortunately, he tended to like being regarded with anger and revulsion more than kindness. But he did look forward to the look on their faces when they saw him.

He led without a glance back at Tesla, taking care not to walk too fast. Tesla's question, however, earned him a scowl. "I was already going with you. I told you, even if I found anybody you were still coming with me."

The way Tesla said it made it sound as though Noitora couldn't get a date though. It wasn't that. Noitora just didn't want one, he told himself. Girls were bitches. But no girl had even really expressed interest in him, except the school slut. Suddenly he remembered that Tesla was on the roster for Prom King, and not he. Sure, it was a popularity contest he wasn't that interested in, but Tesla being there surprised him. He'd never really noticed him doing that much with other people, but maybe he just hadn't been paying attention.

"What about you, Mr. Prom-King-Nominee? I'm sure plenty of girls would want the chance to be prom king's date."

Tesla looked away at the mention of his nomination. While he tried his best to be civil towards his classmates, he had never thought of himself as even a blip on the popularity scale. He had always worked in Noitora's best interests, so the fact that he was nominated and Noitora wasn't was privately viewed a personal failure on his part.

"I'm certain plenty of girls would be interested in the prom king. However, being nominated hardly means I ranked popular enough to actually assume the position," Tesla commented, glancing at the other with his one good eye, "Besides, I feel much more comfortable accompanying you."

"Heh, yeah. Only stuck-up bitches like Nell are interested in you. Besides, nice guys finish last, huh?" Noitora's lack of tack would be painful to any onlooker. He didn't mean anything by it though; it was just what he saw as unavoidable fact.

Tesla's last comment threw Noitora slightly off-balance. This was comfortable, wasn't it? Maybe that's why he didn't really mind not having a date. He would be stiff and awkward with a girl, not sure what to say or how to move, but Tesla was always around him. It was quite comfortable, but Noitora's only response was to shrug and slow his step as they approached the Square.

Serenity's lights danced over the crowd of combed and jeweled heads. Despite not being able to see speakers anywhere, Noitora could already hear the music and feel the beat reverberate through his body. He was a little overwhelmed by the lights spilling across sparkling dresses and sleek suits, everything moving in time to the music.

"It's really... It's something, isn't it?" He glanced at Tesla and marvelled at the patterns the colored lights made on his face. That Kaylee must be amazing with electronics to put all this together.

The comment about Nell passed with little argument from Tesla. He choose what little he'd correct Noitora on and that was one point Tesla would let rest instead of pressing too much just in case he might offend Noitora. He simply nodded at the cold fact of the matter and, instead, surveyed the magnificence that was Serenity, dolled out to elegance.

"It's rather festive, indeed," he smiled up at Noitora, reaching up to brush back a few loose black strands that threatened to sully Noitora's opening appearance at the gathering. "Should I get punch for us?"

Noitora gently grabbed his hand and pulled it out of his hair. He appreciated the mothering, but sometimes it was a little much. "Yeah. Do that," came Noitora's reply accompanied with a small smile. He released Tesla's hand and turned to look at the crowd again.

Tesla neatly clasped his recovered hand behind his back, bowing slightly to take his leave. He knew when he had overstepped his bounds a bit too much with the older boy. The crowds were not quite so heavy, yet, but Tesla still took care as he searched the room for the tell-tale red of the punch-bowl that seemed obligatory at parties such as this one.

He secured two cups, making sure to smell the punch for signs of the spiking that was sure to come eventually before filling both.

Noitora lightly ran up behind Tesla and put an arm around his shoulder to surprise him. "You're taking too long." Watching the crowd got boring pretty quickly, since he didn't see anyone he actually might enjoy talking to (or mocking).

He grabbed one of the glasses from Tesla's hand and sipped the punch. "Hm. Not bad."

He released Tesla and turned quickly, just barely missing his white sleeve with spilled punch. Energized from the beat of the music, he didn't notice. "So what next? Wanna take a look around the dance floor?"

Tesla jerked slightly at the touch and dodged the flying punch as best he could, noting with some disappointment as it splashed onto his otherwise well-shined shoes. Luckily, Noitora was distraction in and of himself.

"You mean dancing, sir?" Tesla glanced around. He had made plans to dance with Nell later, but it was far too early for that and he hadn't secured someone for Noitora to dance with.

"Sure! I had enough with just lookin' at everybody." He took another swig of the punch, just because it was there. "We can go find somebody to dance with. Or hell, the music's fast right now, we could dance with anybody or nobody, don't matter much."

He paused and looked at Tesla thoughtfully. "Or we could split up a while, mingle. Got anybody particular you wanna talk to?"

Sensing a signal, whether or not the other realized he was giving it off, that Noitora needed his space, Tesla lifted his glass to his lips, nodding. It was a social event, monopolizing the other would be unfair when he could spend time with him on any other night.

"I do have a few acquaintances I had promised to speak with should I have the chance," he admitted, looking up, "Maybe we could meet here, later?"

Noitora had thought similarly; Tesla was around him so often, he shouldn't keep him on a leash this night.

He grinned. "Yeah. We'll meet up again before this is over." Noitora turned and lost himself in the crowd of dressed-up children.

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