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But no, seriously, as festive the evening was, this was no time to get complacent and comfortable. Kasumi's here to do business, even if that meant posing as Riku's date for the night in some fancy getup that she wouldn't have ever seen herself wearing up until now. But hey, it's free, and if there's one nice thing about being in the police force, it's getting some privileges that people on the ground level normally wouldn't get otherwise.
As far as anyone's concerned, the two of them are a couple, doubling as representatives for one of the charity's sponsors--some company that required Kasumi to do some extensive research on in order to make the disguise as authentic as possible. She'd even used the past two days to learn how to walk in heels, and boy was it uncomfortable, but they're here now and she's going to be as 'real' as she can be.
It's why she smiles gently and wraps her arm through Riku's, linking them together as they enter the gala.
[ once they actually enter the gala, he has to resist the urge to squint at the bright lights. there's no chandelier and led lights down below -- he'd be hard-pressed to find proper working lightbulbs in some places, he thinks as he leads them towards a less crowded area of the ballroom. he takes note of the other sponsors and high ranking officials, greeting some with practiced smiles and pleasantries that may or may not have carried with him from his childhood. it's easy to slip into the role of a trained socialite, and he's long since grown accustomed to the artful encasement of suits and ties and slacks. but that's neither here nor there.
when they're finally left alone at the refreshment table, he takes the opportunity to stand close, reaching up to carefully tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. ]
You're fine, [ he says, voice pitched low for only her to hear. ] You look great.
[ and he means it, kasumi can clean up nice when she wants to. though he supposes that it's probably the stylist that came in to help coordinate their outfits that should take most of the credit, as she'd taken the time to match his suit to kasumi's dress. she had also specifically requested him to tie his hair back into a low ponytail, which he was reluctant to do at first, but whatever. he'll just have to deal with it. ]
How are you feeling? Think you can make it through the night without tripping?
[ he's mostly joking despite his straight face, but if she looks closely, she might see one corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smirk behind his glass of champagne. ]
[ She's not much of a people-person, but she's just as practiced as he is, from even before she'd entered the police force. The dress is foreign to her, as is everything else going on around her, but they'd prepared her well and Riku had offered his two cents along the way. This doesn't frighten her.
What does, however, are the small aches and blisters that are beginning to form on her feet. ]
I made it through practice just fine, didn't I? Don't you worry about a thing!
[ Except that he probably should, because never again will she (willingly) wear heels ever again, but that's besides the point. She holds her glass of water up to take a sip, still trying to get accustomed to being so close to him. They've worked together for a while, but it was never quite like this, and as fake as it is, it still makes her uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, but...in a way she can't describe. But she's used to being kind to him, being patient and understanding, even if some part of her doesn't really know how to respond how gentle his touch was when he'd tucked her hair behind her ear. ]
Ah...you should tie your hair up more. It suits you, y'know?
[ nor would he ever ask her to wear heels again, the stuff looks painful and not to mention entirely inconvenient. there's a soft chuckle at her comment, as he places his now empty glass on the table. ]
You did. It was very impressive.
[ is he being serious or just fucking with her. the world will never know. in any case, he makes a bit of a face when she compliments him, rolling his shoulders in a small shrug. ]
I'll think about it.
[ the music starts up right after he says it, couples slowly making their way to the dance floor. he watches them while leaning back against the table, addressing her without averting his gaze. ]
How do you feel about putting that practice to use?
[ He can be as snarky as he wants around her, but she usually doesn't retort. Not like he does. As much as she kind of wants to, she's been raised to be polite and kind and that may not mean being sincere, but that's okay.
Kasumi can't say that it doesn't surprise her when he actually asks her to dance. ]
Oh? [ She blinks twice, kind of looking like an idiot until she can finally say something that makes sense. ]
The pleasure's mine, Riku. [ She learned how to dance as part of the mission, but she didn't get to practice with Riku. Not enough time. And they would have been okay being chill on the side, she thinks, but she is his bodyguard and she will do as he says.
She takes a step forward, looking down to try and find his hand. When she does, she doesn't thread her fingers through his and instead just grabs onto his fingertips gently, setting her glass down on the table in front of her. Kasumi doesn't seem phased by any of this, her smile steady and eyes calm.
She is, in fact, quite nervous. Perhaps he'll get the message through how her fingers tremble ever so slightly. ]
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Time for some 21 Jump Street shit.But no, seriously, as festive the evening was, this was no time to get complacent and comfortable. Kasumi's here to do business, even if that meant posing as Riku's date for the night in some fancy getup that she wouldn't have ever seen herself wearing up until now. But hey, it's free, and if there's one nice thing about being in the police force, it's getting some privileges that people on the ground level normally wouldn't get otherwise.
As far as anyone's concerned, the two of them are a couple, doubling as representatives for one of the charity's sponsors--some company that required Kasumi to do some extensive research on in order to make the disguise as authentic as possible. She'd even used the past two days to learn how to walk in heels, and boy was it uncomfortable, but they're here now and she's going to be as 'real' as she can be.
It's why she smiles gently and wraps her arm through Riku's, linking them together as they enter the gala.
She whispers to him softly, under her breath. ]
This is okay, right?
laughs into the sun
when they're finally left alone at the refreshment table, he takes the opportunity to stand close, reaching up to carefully tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. ]
You're fine, [ he says, voice pitched low for only her to hear. ] You look great.
[ and he means it, kasumi can clean up nice when she wants to. though he supposes that it's probably the stylist that came in to help coordinate their outfits that should take most of the credit, as she'd taken the time to match his suit to kasumi's dress. she had also specifically requested him to tie his hair back into a low ponytail, which he was reluctant to do at first, but whatever. he'll just have to deal with it. ]
How are you feeling? Think you can make it through the night without tripping?
[ he's mostly joking despite his straight face, but if she looks closely, she might see one corner of his mouth quirked up in a half smirk behind his glass of champagne. ]
BURNS INTO THE SUN...
What does, however, are the small aches and blisters that are beginning to form on her feet. ]
I made it through practice just fine, didn't I? Don't you worry about a thing!
[ Except that he probably should, because never again will she (willingly) wear heels ever again, but that's besides the point. She holds her glass of water up to take a sip, still trying to get accustomed to being so close to him. They've worked together for a while, but it was never quite like this, and as fake as it is, it still makes her uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, but...in a way she can't describe. But she's used to being kind to him, being patient and understanding, even if some part of her doesn't really know how to respond how gentle his touch was when he'd tucked her hair behind her ear. ]
Ah...you should tie your hair up more. It suits you, y'know?
[ That's...an appropriate response. Ok. ]
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You did. It was very impressive.
[ is he being serious or just fucking with her. the world will never know. in any case, he makes a bit of a face when she compliments him, rolling his shoulders in a small shrug. ]
I'll think about it.
[ the music starts up right after he says it, couples slowly making their way to the dance floor. he watches them while leaning back against the table, addressing her without averting his gaze. ]
How do you feel about putting that practice to use?
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Kasumi can't say that it doesn't surprise her when he actually asks her to dance. ]
Oh? [ She blinks twice, kind of looking like an idiot until she can finally say something that makes sense. ]
The pleasure's mine, Riku. [ She learned how to dance as part of the mission, but she didn't get to practice with Riku. Not enough time. And they would have been okay being chill on the side, she thinks, but she is his bodyguard and she will do as he says.
She takes a step forward, looking down to try and find his hand. When she does, she doesn't thread her fingers through his and instead just grabs onto his fingertips gently, setting her glass down on the table in front of her. Kasumi doesn't seem phased by any of this, her smile steady and eyes calm.
She is, in fact, quite nervous. Perhaps he'll get the message through how her fingers tremble ever so slightly. ]