[Apparently, when he wants to, Kon cleans up pretty nicely.
[In place of his usual jeans and t-shirt combo, he's wearing a simple, black suit and tie. It's nothing flashy, definitely not compared to what some of the richer students are wearing, but it's hard to beat the classics - and it is working for him. He's gotten more than a few 'discrete' looks.
[It's a nice little consolation prize for actually having to wear the stupid thing. It might be fitted well in all the right places, but it's still restricting and stiff in the way that ONLY fancy get-ups are.
[Still ... felt kinda cool. He didn't normally get to DO suave and sophisticated. Y'know, as much as he of all people can.
[More or less, that's the scene. He's making a lazy circle around the room, catching up with people here and there. Doesn't seem to have anyone with him, though ...]
[Yang would never miss a chance to be able to dress up. Ruby was all in from the get-go, of course, and so was Nora - it took some convincing for Ren and Blake to come along, but here they were. Weiss is on a date, Jaune has plans for Pyrrha, but the rest of them are going stag, as friends.
It only takes a minute for Yang to lose them all, as they rush all over the place to do...whatever they want to do. Yang takes it slow, walks through the room in her white dress, contemplating whether to go dancing right away, or go for a drink first.
She says hello to a few friends when she walks past them, waving on her way to the buffet table. The room is full, the music beating loud through the crowd, and Yang lets the good vibes fill her up.
That's when she spots Kon. She didn't even expect him to be here, but here he stands, in a suit as well. Yang raises an appreciative eyebrow, her eyes travelling along his back, and she smiles, walking up to him.]
Well now, who are you and what have you done with Kon?
[Conner was ladling himself some punch when he heard the familiar voice. He turns around, opening his mouth to respond with something clever ... but there she is, looking stunning in a plain white dress.
[Stunning might actually be the right word too, because it takes a second, but Kon realizes that he completely forgot what he was going to say. Train of thought, totally off the tracks. Instead of actually saying anything, he just stood there for a beat with this look of completely unconcealed awe at just how good she looked plastered across his face.
[Congratulations, Yang, you got him. That's hard to do.
[But, he recovers quickly enough.]
Oh no, it's the genuine article. Trying out a new look.
[He tugged on his tie for emphasis before holding out the glass of punch in his hand, offering it to her. He hadn't had any of it yet - he could always pour himself another.]
[The moment he turned around and went speechless, Yang smiled. Gotcha, she couldn't help but think as she stood still under Kon's appreciative gaze. She knew she looked good, and so did he - the suit was tailored just right, accentuating his broadness.
When he finally managed to speak, Yang grinned wider.]
Well, I like it. It's a good look.
[With a nod of thanks, she took the glass of punch.]
Yeah, I've been told the ladies like this for ... some reason.
[He shrugs as he turns to get himself a new glass of punch. He still feels weird in it - out of place.]
Also, you're one to talk about good looks right now.
[He adds, glancing over his shoulder and nodding at her and her dress. Because that's just not fair, dude, and you know it. He turns around, punch in hand, and leans slightly on the table.]
And yeah. More than I thought I would, really. Kinda formal for me, but it's nice.
Ladies, huh [She emphasizes the plural, just to have a laugh. He can say all he wants, he's obviously not very comfortable, which is fair enough. Most of them are always in some kind of combat-ready outfit, not all these bells and whistles.
When he mentions how she looks, though, Yang gives him a little bow, grinning wide.]
I did put some work into it.
[At least she didn't have to do her hair, or anything. It's just, as usual, cascading down her back, barely brushed. A mane more than anything else.]
I'm sure before the end of the night, everyone will drop the formal part. People are just playing dress up for a bit.
[Taking a sip of punch, she raises an eyebrow at Kon.]
Are you telling me I'm not gonna turn more than one head right now?
[He asks, jokingly indignant, spreading his arms to gesture at all of his besuited glory and doing a little catwalk twirl. Look at him. The picture of sophisticated grace, right here.]
It shows. It looks good on you. Better than this thing probably does on me.
[That, however, is 100% genuine, no silliness involved. Of course, some of that does creep back in when she asks him to dance. He points at himself, as if he's surprised by that?]
[Yang chuckles, patting his arm.] 'Course you are.
[When he mentions her date, Yang laughs even more. It's sweet of him to think that she would have one, but Yang doesn't really date. She's not good at it; hence the friends with benefits situations she finds herself in more often. It works for her, it's good.]
I'm sure my sister will be absolutely fine with me dancing with you, Kon.
[He really shouldn't be surprised by that, knowing her as well as he does. And yet? Totally catches him by surprise.
[He figured guys would be tripping over themselves to ask her, even if it was just for the one night. It was the main reason he hadn't done it himself - he figured someone had already beaten him to the punch by the time he actually decided to go.
[It was actually a pleasant surprise to know that he was wrong.]
Mmkay. Then I guess it depends on whether or not you're willing to put up with the fact that I can't dance, and I probably will step on your feet at least once.
[And that's not him being cute - not entirely - that probably will happen.]
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The Prom
[In place of his usual jeans and t-shirt combo, he's wearing a simple, black suit and tie. It's nothing flashy, definitely not compared to what some of the richer students are wearing, but it's hard to beat the classics - and it is working for him. He's gotten more than a few 'discrete' looks.
[It's a nice little consolation prize for actually having to wear the stupid thing. It might be fitted well in all the right places, but it's still restricting and stiff in the way that ONLY fancy get-ups are.
[Still ... felt kinda cool. He didn't normally get to DO suave and sophisticated. Y'know, as much as he of all people can.
[More or less, that's the scene. He's making a lazy circle around the room, catching up with people here and there. Doesn't seem to have anyone with him, though ...]
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It only takes a minute for Yang to lose them all, as they rush all over the place to do...whatever they want to do. Yang takes it slow, walks through the room in her white dress, contemplating whether to go dancing right away, or go for a drink first.
She says hello to a few friends when she walks past them, waving on her way to the buffet table. The room is full, the music beating loud through the crowd, and Yang lets the good vibes fill her up.
That's when she spots Kon. She didn't even expect him to be here, but here he stands, in a suit as well. Yang raises an appreciative eyebrow, her eyes travelling along his back, and she smiles, walking up to him.]
Well now, who are you and what have you done with Kon?
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[Stunning might actually be the right word too, because it takes a second, but Kon realizes that he completely forgot what he was going to say. Train of thought, totally off the tracks. Instead of actually saying anything, he just stood there for a beat with this look of completely unconcealed awe at just how good she looked plastered across his face.
[Congratulations, Yang, you got him. That's hard to do.
[But, he recovers quickly enough.]
Oh no, it's the genuine article. Trying out a new look.
[He tugged on his tie for emphasis before holding out the glass of punch in his hand, offering it to her. He hadn't had any of it yet - he could always pour himself another.]
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When he finally managed to speak, Yang grinned wider.]
Well, I like it. It's a good look.
[With a nod of thanks, she took the glass of punch.]
Enjoying yourself?
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[He shrugs as he turns to get himself a new glass of punch. He still feels weird in it - out of place.]
Also, you're one to talk about good looks right now.
[He adds, glancing over his shoulder and nodding at her and her dress. Because that's just not fair, dude, and you know it. He turns around, punch in hand, and leans slightly on the table.]
And yeah. More than I thought I would, really. Kinda formal for me, but it's nice.
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When he mentions how she looks, though, Yang gives him a little bow, grinning wide.]
I did put some work into it.
[At least she didn't have to do her hair, or anything. It's just, as usual, cascading down her back, barely brushed. A mane more than anything else.]
I'm sure before the end of the night, everyone will drop the formal part. People are just playing dress up for a bit.
[Taking a sip of punch, she raises an eyebrow at Kon.]
Wanna dance?
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[He asks, jokingly indignant, spreading his arms to gesture at all of his besuited glory and doing a little catwalk twirl. Look at him. The picture of sophisticated grace, right here.]
It shows. It looks good on you. Better than this thing probably does on me.
[That, however, is 100% genuine, no silliness involved. Of course, some of that does creep back in when she asks him to dance. He points at himself, as if he's surprised by that?]
Not gonna piss off your date, am I?
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[When he mentions her date, Yang laughs even more. It's sweet of him to think that she would have one, but Yang doesn't really date. She's not good at it; hence the friends with benefits situations she finds herself in more often. It works for her, it's good.]
I'm sure my sister will be absolutely fine with me dancing with you, Kon.
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[He figured guys would be tripping over themselves to ask her, even if it was just for the one night. It was the main reason he hadn't done it himself - he figured someone had already beaten him to the punch by the time he actually decided to go.
[It was actually a pleasant surprise to know that he was wrong.]
Mmkay. Then I guess it depends on whether or not you're willing to put up with the fact that I can't dance, and I probably will step on your feet at least once.
[And that's not him being cute - not entirely - that probably will happen.]