Re: .:The Grand Staircase:.
Fuumei walked down the staircase in his ridiculous yet somehow interesting outfit , "Captain Harlock of all fucking costumes, thanks!" Fuumei muttered a curse or two to no one in particular, perhaps the ghosts for coming up with stupid incidences. The golden half-mask he wore made his outfit seem almost prince-like. It felt weird to the usually pink-haired youth to have on a brown wig of a similar cut to the character we was portraying. "I wonder if anyone can recognize me like this." Fuumei thought, amused at his own outfit.
We walked down the stairs, looking around for people he might recognize or seemed approachable. He then wondered if his friends, in particularly the boy of interest, were around and in what get up.