Kameyo inched her way behind the people at the fountain, mostly trying to avoid eye contact. She figured, if she couldn't actually talk to anyone during the ball, she could at least live up to the cliche. The socially awkward person stands next to the snacks cliche. Fifteen minutes wasn't a very long time to choose someone, but hey at least there was chocolate. Everyone was pretty flamboyantly dressed, especially pyro-guy. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't place it. She skewered a strawberry and dipped it in the chocolate. At least there is chocolate.