Les chats ne dansent pas | Vinzent + Taran | Masquerade Car

Vinzent Mayer

A while later, Vinzent figured he’d rather stay in the ballroom most of the time, as it was the safest place for him to be.

In addition, he was able to keep up his charade by striking conversations with some of the Denizens, as well as showing off (with class, of course) some of the ballroom dancing moves he has learned from Abel, naturally without mentioning him.

Eventually, he saw Taran in a short distance again, and a sheepish expression would be apparent on his face if it wasn’t for his mask covering half of it and his hand hiding the rest of his face. Vinzent wasn’t doing great in the mines, and he just started to pull himself together right here, right now in this place. Vinzent certainly didn’t want Taran to think of him as constantly doing badly. So, the artist does all he can to not showcase any of his more emotional side unnecessarily, lowering his hand and straighten himself up.

At the very least? Some things are haunting him less than before, and he looked more okay after two talks with the people he was the closest to. All in all, Vinzent was in better spirits now than when he first stepped in the car.

So, with a smile, as he approached Taran, Vinzent nodded.

“Hello, Taran. How are things going for you?”

Taran

As Vinzent walks over, Taran perks up from his quickly-emptied plate of snacks at one of the little tables looking over the ballroom. So far he’d been avoiding any prolonged contact with the denizens or indeed the other passengers, but he was starting to tire of doing nothing.

“Hey. The suit’s a little more constricting than I’m used to…” As was the whole party. Taran was confident enough in his social skills and had been putting some thought into talking politely, but ‘behaving’ was starting to sound obnoxious. “Though I prefer this room to the last one.”

For Taran, the mining car was what could be described as A Drag. He deliberately avoided interacting with his reflection for the honestly unimpressive amount of time he put in mining, and the loss of both RNA and Jack hadn’t fully settled in his mind yet. Unpacking any of that was sure to be a liability now, though. On to small talk!

“I saw you dancing earlier! You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” :3c

Vinzent Mayer

Taran “Hey. The suit’s a little more constricting than I’m used to…” As was the whole party. Taran was confident enough in his social skills and had been putting some thought into talking politely, but ‘behaving’ was starting to sound obnoxious. “Though I prefer this room to the last one.”

Vinzent was used to wear tight jeans or clothing at times, so he didn’t think much about it, but he had to admit that wearing just narrowly fitted clothes was going to be exhausting in the long run. Classy or not.

“Yeah, I understand… And me too. It’s still better here than the last one, for sure.”

At least, here, while there were some inconvenients, he could avoid facing these for a prolonged time for the time being and do what he’s best at right now. Vinzent would agree that being on his top best behavior as expected was going to be a drag in the long run, but… For now, he’d be okay with it. It’s only temporary, right?

Moving on-

Taran “I saw you dancing earlier! You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” :3c

Admitedly, this caught Vinzent a little off-guard. Of course, he’d know some people may be observing him but, to be this observant…? He felt his cheeks getting a bit red, but pulled himself together quickly enough.

“I will admit that it’s rather fun… I haven’t learned this specific dance before coming here, but this wasn’t a bother. I like learning new things..! And you?”

Improvising, on the other hand, wasn’t his favorite activity, but he had enough social skills to pull that off decently.