And We Will Wear Our Masks Again Out After Dark

Poison was a good dancer, he held unto my waist gently, as he swiftly moved across the floor with graceful steps. He gave me that nervous smile again, letting himself dance with the flow of the music. I slightly frowned. "Are you feeling fine, or do you want to stop?"

His eyes darted wide open, and by then I realized they were red and strained. As if something had happened before we met. "No, I really like..." Poison paused, sighing. "Damn."

"What?" I asked, confused. Poison ran a few fingers through my hair, kindly smiling. He started to rub his hand against my shoulder, and my neck. "Ghoul, you're so innocent."

It was hard to focus on getting his trust, with the way he smiled at me. Did this guy, I only met him a couple minutes ago...did he trust me? I grinned slightly. "Well, you're innocent too."

Poison ignored me, and kept his fingers entwined through my hair. "Can you hear me when I speak to you?"

"Yes," I replied. I mean, if I answered, I must be hearing him. He stopped for a moment.

"Did you hear what I said?" he asked, his eyes filled with fear.

"You asked me if I could hear you when you spoke to me."

"No," his eyes widened, in a shocked sort of way. "The other thing."

"What other thing?"

His smiled returned, and he looked just like a Cheshire cat. "Nevermind."

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