[That is exactly how i felt reading this, and especially since all I got from aiden was a 'what happened to you'. that's not even a compliment, man, why does Emiko even like you.]
Emiko's lips twitched into a small pout, a warm blush settling on her cheeks and her gaze lowering to the ground—the layers of makeup seemed to have been doing its job, as this expression looked less childish than it usually would. He'd seemed oddly surprised when he finally did notice her, and his first glance had looked unknowing as if he hasn't recognised her.
The blonde would forgive his ignorance in not being able to recognise her simply because of makeup, but the way he'd laughed and teased her caused her to blush, and she'd made up her mind earlier that she'd have none of that. "This is hair, why do you ask?" She mumbled, tucking her pigtail onto the opposite shoulder as if to move it out of his reach.
Soon his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes back on the party. "Heels, Aiden. If I didn't seem taller then they wouldn't be fulfilling their duty." She muttered at the man standing beside her. "And you, sir, look like a pumpkin with your orange tie," she glanced at the clothing article in question, then back to the man that wore it.
"You didn't need to come get me, then. I wouldn't have taken so long if I'd known you were sitting out there. You should've knocked or asked to come inside, at the very least." He muttered. He'd felt relieved at her remark about disliking balls, yet annoyed once more at the thought of her raiding his thoughts like she always had.
"Did you want to walk all the way?" He asked, raising a dark eyebrow at her reluctance to drive. He shrugged it off as another Mag oddity and leaned back. He'd tried not to notice her awkwardness, as if the seat didn't fit her in someway, though that attempt failed and ended in him laughing. He wrapped his arms around her, dragging her into his lap with a soft sigh and holdingher there until they'd reached the beach.
The boy paid the taxi, dragging himself and Mag out of the car quickly. He'd tried not to seem too excited, though the way he glanced around frantically for the girls seemed to say otherwise. "I can't find 'em, lemme call 'em." He muttered, fiddling in his pockets for a phone.
At the house,here in the bed :)
Kiss or slap Paris Hilton?
(Do you mind if I join? I normally just stick to private role-plays, but I absolutely could not resist this one because I just love fairytales.)
Name: Letitia "Charming"
Nick Name: Leti
Daughter of: Cinderella and Prince Charming
Weapons: Father taught me how to fence, he's amazing with a sword. I'm almost as good, or that's what he tells me at least.
Powers: Um... No, I do believe that I lack any magical powers darling.
Royal or Rebel: Royalty, my father is a king.
Personality: I'm often told that I am very sweet. I can be a very bubbly girl too, but I tend to be shy around those I do not know. I'm very proper though, as I was raised as royalty and all.
Bio: Leti is the daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming. She was raised with proper manners, and even taught how to do everyday chores. Her father even taught her how to fence, and even gave her a real sword, incase she ever needed to protect herself.