He doesn't belong here. This isn't even his crowd. But if it's one thing Riku has difficulty resisting, it's the urge to wander. The more forbidden the territory, the more enticing; he had taken the roped off doorway as an unspoken challenge and spent the following half an hour exploring the hustle and bustle backstage.
Most of the people there seemed in varying stages of distress or amusement, and by and large they were all too embroiled in the task of putting on their costumes to notice another in their midst.
Okay. So it's a drag contest. Seemed like most of them were just trying to have a good time, except--
"...Hey," speaks up an unfamiliar voice at a point behind and below the tall woman. This isn't his town, it's not his problem. Yet wherever he goes, there's just this thing about the genuinely, significantly upset. Like an itch he can't reach. "Are you okay?"
The teenager stands there with thumbs hooked into the pockets of his rumpled blue jeans, staring up through the ragged silver of his disheveled fringe at another stranger.
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Most of the people there seemed in varying stages of distress or amusement, and by and large they were all too embroiled in the task of putting on their costumes to notice another in their midst.
Okay. So it's a drag contest. Seemed like most of them were just trying to have a good time, except--
"...Hey," speaks up an unfamiliar voice at a point behind and below the tall woman. This isn't his town, it's not his problem. Yet wherever he goes, there's just this thing about the genuinely, significantly upset. Like an itch he can't reach. "Are you okay?"
The teenager stands there with thumbs hooked into the pockets of his rumpled blue jeans, staring up through the ragged silver of his disheveled fringe at another stranger.