[littl3chocobo]

his shoes were heavy and his hair tinkled loudly but he knew he looked good. stepping through the doors was like falling into the rabbit's hole. everywhere the strange and the beautiful danced and talked and loved and vaunted their uniqueness, his beads and baubles glittered and heads turned. he reveled in the looks, even among his peers he was beautiful. this golden narcissus in a glittering midnight ball