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[color=#bf565c][h1]Noah[/h1][h3]Outside the Ballroom - Ballroom Lobby; Castle[/h3][/color][/center]

Noah loosened the tie around his collar and undid the buttons of his dress shirt as he felt them dampen with his sweat. He was matching his motions with an unseen, unheard fighter who was opposing him. They were vicious, but Noah was better with a blade. He spun, quickly using the momentum from their stab to roll past their blade and sink his into their throat. He stopped and thrust the blade absentmindedly into a belt loop on his dress pants, partially impaling his belt. He noticed that his brand new partner was chatting up some of the higher-ups. They all looked pretty serious, not so much like they were enjoying the party. Noah nodded, figuring they were already getting a mission. He swallowed deeply, forcing his dry throat to prepare for speaking.

Ariella came barging out through the doors, kicking off her heels and barged after the one-quarter-naked boy. He walked towards her and she heard her voice break the silence of the night as it rebounded off of each building that surrounded them, she said his name. She told him they were going on a tour. She pointed out where their new rooms were. Before he could respond he found himself in full march walking towards her. 

“Roger.” He said quietly, putting a light hand on the small of her back and leaning down in one swift motion to pick up her heels. He felt something, he wasn’t sure why he did, but it was most certainly… Excitement.

They arrived at the elevator and Noah called it, pressing the round button for going up. He avoided the eye contact of everyone in the ballroom lobby, there were some civ’s, a couple other guards who seemed to be getting some ludicrous ideas about the nature of Noah and Ariella’s relationship, and about two employees. He noted their appearances, and realized why they all seemed to be staring at the pair. He had a hand on his lower back, and he looked like a mess. His hair was messy from the wind, he was sweating and his shirt was opened. Noah felt his cheeks flush briefly before buttoning up his shirt absentmindedly and hopping on the elevator as soon as the door opened. As soon as Ariella was in he was jamming the door close button.

The ride up was slow, too slow. He hated confined spaces like this and he found elevators to be some of the most unreliable inventions since explosives. He turned to Ariella, barely looking at her before quietly saying. 

“Sorry about that, it was hot outside.”

By the time the elevator doors were open he followed his partner to their rooms and immediately entered his own and began changing.